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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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A/N: Okay peoples, usually I try to avoid author notes but for once I have something to say. I just want to say that every review posted is read and taken under serious consideration and as such I think it is best to address a few concerns that have been brought to my attention.
First of I know how much a lot of you seem to dislike the amount of storyline I seem to write. Well listen, I know why you’re here and I know what guys like us use this site for, but to me a little storyline goes a long way. Stories that just plop you in some bizarre scenario for no reason other to have Ron and Kim hump in some crud fashion is the kind of thing I hate most. When there is context, when I know what is happening around them while their having sex, those are the kind of stories I’ve always found sexiest. Although, I’m also aware that some of you could care less! So for those people in this chapter if you don’t want to wade through dialog and plot building I’ve placed a marker labeled: Lemon, so you can skip through it. I hope this is a good compromise. Also, a big thank you to those of you that take the time and read through the story. It means a lot to have my words no ignored.
Next, just because things are written in my stories does not mean they are okay to do in real life. I have the utmost respect for woman and would never want anyone in the real world to be hurt in anyway. As men, and some women, we all have certain urges and fetishes that some might call strange. Personally, I love somnophilia, the act of having sex with a person who is asleep. That does not mean I think it’s okay to go out and ruffie some woman’s drink. I found healthy and safe outlet for my desires in this website and I do not support the act of raping women. This is fiction people, don’t take it seriously.
And lastly! I would like to apologize to those of you who got the impression that I’ve made Ron a bit of a bitch in the last chapter. That was not my intention, and I hope it wasn't too much of a turn off. As I’ve been trying to tell this much like an actual story, it was my understanding that it might take some time for Ron to transition to place where he is happy to have sex with a woman without any real reason. As the story progresses it was my plan to gradually induct Ron into the world of sex and allow him to become more bold in later chapters. In the show he is an innocent, young Jewish boy. He isn’t likely to jump straight into some body’s asshole without so much as a second thought.
If anyone has anything to so, do not be afraid to leave a review.
Chapter Tags: sleeping sex, mutual masturbation, slight anal, oral, and voyeurism.
Girls: Kim/Monique.
Toy(s): Inviso-belt/Sleep pen
Enjoy!
Looking down at my lunch tray, I hung my head in depression, a whimpering sigh huffing out from my nose. Four days. Four long, grueling days. That is how long it has been since Kim talked to me. Poking my now cold burger with a fry, I pushed the tray away. For once my appetite was the farthest thing from my mind.
As I turned my attention across the bustling cafeteria filled with squawking teenagers, my eyes zeroed in on a single patch of red hair. Sitting with her back to me, Kim's resolve to ignore me seemed to be in full strength today. With a start I looked to see Monique staring at me next to Kim from across the room, a confused expression clear on her face. Seeing her whisper something to Kim I quickly turned my eyes down, hoping that the dark skinned friend hadn't exposed my peeking. I didn't dare look up to check.
That night at the party when Kim had returned, the look in her eyes had been beyond anger. It was just… scary. Sparing me only the smallest of glances, she had opened her mouth prepared to say something, and then she just stopped. Instead, she simply pulled her back straight, and continued to walk, stomping up the stairs to her room. At the moment I had thought myself lucky to have been spared her fury, but know I realize how much worse silence can be. Man I'd kill to have her yell at me right now. As long as I could just hear her voice…
The moment she had found her mother's lipstick on my neck, I knew things would be different for us. It was just impossible for it not to be. Of course she didn't know that it was her mother's. I wouldn't be alive if she had been able to figure that much out. To Kim, I had just been out doing… something with a girl.
Part of me couldn't help but question why she was so angry. Thinking about it even now, I was still left clueless. Kim herself has dated tons of guys over the years I've known her. Well okay, maybe not tons but still. The few that she has dated, I was nothing but supportive. Only barely glaring at them and ignoring them when they dared to show their faces. And now the one time she thinks I might have found a girl she gets all mad? Where was the justice in that? Shaking my head I could only conclude that girls were crazy. It was about the only thing that made sense anymore.
Hearing a squeak on the table, I looked down to see my little buddy gesturing to the forgotten food, asking for permission to eat it. "Sorry Rufus," I apologized to the little guy. Seeing his starving face, I knew he must be desperate for his meal. "Go ahead." Gurgling out what I heard as a thank you, he dived into my paper bowl of fries and tor into them with impressive gusto.
I got I bit of amusement watching the pink rodent tear into the school food. It reminded me that no matter what in life, he would always be a constant. If I could ever trust anyone, it was him. "You wanna catch some Bueno Nacho after school?" I asked the gorging rodent. I don't know why, but for some reason I suddenly felt like treating the little dude.
Poking his head out of the potato cavern, he nodded his head, patting his stomach excitedly. "Cheese!" Giving my friend a big smile, I nodded my head in agreement.
Picking up the tray from the table, I rose from my seat; daring myself to take a peek at Kim's table. To my brief surprise, it was already empty. As I looked around the cafeteria, I was able to spot her just as she escaped out the room.
I gripped my tray tight in my hands. The first day I had seen her ignoring me, I had respectively backed off, figuring she just needed a little time to herself. But know, three days later, I found myself wondering how much this space would grow to be. At this moment, I had a choice. Leave things as they are and just hope Kim stops being mad at me, or chase after her and confront the problem before it can grow out of hand. Missing my best friend, it did not take long for me make up my mind.
As my feet marched across the cheap plaster of the school hallways, my eyes scanned the crowd searching for Kim's mane of ginger hair. A few minutes of this and I smiled as I was able to spot her placing her last class's books into her locker. After double checking, I was relieved to see Monique had left her friend's side. Something about girls in a group just made them even scarier.
Time to make my move.
Sneaking as much as I could, my feet moved slowly towards the volatile red head as if I were approaching a bear. One foot out of place and I return with a missing arm. Thankfully, as I neared the last few feet separating us, Kim remained occupied shuffling the contents of her locker.
"Hey KP," I called out nervously. I tried to make my greeting as calm as possible, hoping against hope that if I just down played whatever it was that was making her angry she might let it go. Unfortunately, as I her busy hands froze in place, I was made aware that it would not be that easy. "How's… it going?"
As the last words of my question died in my mouth, Kim's head turned to stare daggers into my skull. Letting out disgruntled grunt, she returned to her locker and continued her shuffling, ignoring me completely.
Feeling my shoulders drop with disappointment, I searched my brain desperate for an answer to this problem. "KP, come on," I whined. "What do I have to do to make it up to you?" at my question I stepped back a bit at the sight of her shoulders and arms go tense. "I- I mean could you at least tell me what you're mad about…" muttering these words, I didn't actually mean for her to hear them. But as her angry face whipped back around into view, I knew she had.
Silently she stared at me as if examining ever last inch of my face. A few minutes of this and she moved down to my body before quickly retuning up. "What's her name Ron." she commanded in her ordering tone. Turning her body to completely face me, I was now under her full attention. "Who is she?" Too startled to respond, I was left to stare at her with wide eyes, suddenly wondering if silence hadn't been so bad after all.
"what?"
Rolling her eyes, she dropped her bag on the floor before placing her hands on her hips. "I want to know who you were with that night right now," she continued to glare. "No matter how much I think I just can't think of who it could be. so you better tell me this second." Crossing her arms over her chest, she raised an eye brow waiting for my response. Now if only I had one…
Stalling for second to think, I continued to stare at her not a single explanation anywhere insight. She was expecting the truth, but I couldn't exactly tell her that while she had been searching for me I had been having sex with her mother. Things just wouldn't end well. Especially for me. But on the other hand, it wasn't like I could just tell her a random name and hope that it will be enough to placate her. Knowing Kim she would bully Wade into doing a full background check. And that was if I was lucky. If it really came down to it, Kim could even end up confront this pore girl who had absolutely nothing to do with this. Besides… I was tired of lying to my friend. In the past month it feels like I've lied to her more than our entire friendship.
By the look of Kim's patient glare, I knew she would stand there all day if she had to. I had to say something. Anything. Clearing my throat, I could feel a bead of sweat break across my forehead. "I…" The air in the room felt suffocating. "I…"
"I… can't tell you." As unfortunate as it is, this was literally all I could say to her. If I didn't want to lie, or to involve anyone else in this catastrophe than this was all I could say. And looking at Kim, I could tell right away how happy she was about it.
Trapped in an expression of confusion, Kim's eyes had flashed to the floor, blinking as if she hadn't completely heard what I had said. Slowly, I watched as her eyes creped back to my face. In them, her building temper could be seen flashing, like fire just waiting to be released. Seeing her open her mouth I flinched back in preparation.
'Beep Beep be Beep'
"Hey Kim, and… Ron." Appearing on the monitor in Kim's locker, Wade looked at us with a growing sense of caution. "Is… everything ok guys?"
Interrupted before her anger could be released, Kim was left unsatisfied as she was forced to address our technologically gifted friend. "Just peachy," she responded sardonically. Shaking her head, Kim took a deep breath to calm herself before looking back at the boy on the screen. "What's the sitch wade?"
Still looking a little nervous, Wade kept one watchful eye on the two of us as he typed on his computer. "We got a hit on the site," he announced. "Jack Hench is asking for your help." Hitting a specific key Jack's image popped up on the screen.
Recognizing the man, I couldn't help but shake my head at the memories of our last mission dealing with this guy. As much fun as it had been to have all those muscles, I knew that I was better off without them. With all that bulk it had felt like I was trapped inside my own body. I'd been so slow, so stiff; everything I tried to do turned out horrible. Turns out there is such a thing as too much strength. And realizing this, I like to think I've matured a bit.
"What does he want with me?" Kim asked, surprised by the reappearance of our old foe.
Checking some stuff on his side of the screen, Wade's fingers flew across his key board at a speed that to this day amazed me. Heck, I was still typing with two fingers…
"Doesn't say much…" Wade admitted looking doubtful. "All is says is that he wants to you come to HenchCo headquarters so you can meet up." pausing for a second he took a second look at the message. "Should I tell him no?" he asked after a second of thought. "There's always the chance it could be a trap."
Giving it a second of thought, Kim nodded her head. "Set it up Wade," she requested. "If they need our help then we should do it." finishing her sentence, I had to strain my ears to hear her as she spoke quietly under her breath. "I need to let off some steam anyways."
Following her command, Wade stroked his fingers over his key board for only a moment before a deep pinging sound resonated through the speakers. "Done," he responded proudly. "A ride should be there to pick you up in front of your school in fifteen minutes."
"What, no privet jet?" Kim smirked.
Smiling at the joke, Wade shook his head. "Naw not this time, sorry. You'll just have to settle for a helicopter."
Giving the young boy a smile for his efforts, Kim's face softened for the first time since I had approached her. "You rock Wade," she complimented. In response, the dark skinned techno wizard retuned her smile before cutting the connection and rendering the computer screen black.
Standing behind her back, I had to watch in awkward silence as Kim dumped her school bag into her locker, and replaced it with her mission clothes. As she grabbed everything she need, I my heart thumped in my chest as she began to just walk away. She… she wasn't going to do the mission without me was she? "Kim!?"
Calling out to her, the red head girl turned to look at me, confused at the panicked tone in my voice. Then, like an actually bulb had lit overhead, her expression registered that she knew what I must be thinking. "Ron…" her tone and expression turned sad. Seeing this, my panic returned with full force at the thought that she might send me away. "Ron," she repeated, "no matter how… upset I am I'd never do a mission without my partner." Looking up in surprise, my eyes locked on my friend and I smiled gratefully. Turning her eyes away, it was my turn to stare in confusion as her pale skin seemed to flush for a second. "Just… get ready and meet me in front of the school." She ordered. And before I could even get a word out she was gone, chasing down the hall.
Shrugging my shoulders, I chose to ignore her strange quirk. I was just happy that she was talking to me again. Even if it was a small step, I felt a bit better than I had in days. As long as our friendship remained, I'd put up with any kind of craziness I had too. Even it was Kim's. Thinking for a moment, a looked down at my feet and smiled.
Especially if it was Kim's.
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"Thanks again for the ride!" Kim called out over the roar of the helicopters spinning blades. Jumping onto the ground next to me she continued to smile up at the middle aged pilot.
"Are you kidding me?" he laughed heartily. "After you warned the base about that bomb, it was the least I could do," he reassured her.
Rolling her eyes, Kim made the motions to seem bashful of the compliment. "Aw, it's no big," she smiled. "We were just on our way through." And then waving him goodbye, me and Kim watched the pilot take off, leaving us at HenchCo's front door.
Keeping my eyes on Kim, I watched the prideful, proud expression on her face beam with pleasure. Switching to the ground, I shuffled my feet awkwardly waiting for her to make the first step to the business's building. On the entire way here, Kim hadn't uttered a single word to me. The entire time she had remained unmoving, just staring out the window opposite from me.
Thinking that we might have made up a little, it was a mighty blow to my joy.
"Come on Ron, let's get this over with," Kim directed. Staring disdainfully at the large building, I knew she didn't like this any more than I did. Working with Jack Hench left you with this… dirt, the kind of dirt that didn't come off no matter how much you scrubbed. Personally, I feel like the guys does more damage than any one villain could. With all the tech and support he offers, who knows how many super villains this guy helps inspire. But even still, Kim believed that if someone needs help, you help them. Simple as that. And if Kim says that this is what we do, then I'll follow her. That's what sidekicks do.
Entering the building through its clear sling doors both of us briskly walked through the building's lobby and went straight to the elevators. Once the digital screen lit up, alerting us to our arrival, we stepped out and entered the same purple waiting room that we had seen all those years ago.
"Oh, you must be Kim Possible," a feminine tone spoke out. Looking in the direction of the voice, I was surprised to see a different secretary than the one we had encountered our first time around. Instead of the androgynous blond haired man that had originally been station behind the desk, a young, attractive woman with long brunet hair welcomed us. From what I could see behind the desk she wore a rather tight fitted business suit designed to… highlight her rather impressive cleavage. "Mr. Hench will be right with you," she informed us.
Staring at her for a moment, I couldn't help but smile back at her welcoming demeanor. Attractiveness aside she had a very warm feel about her perfect for this line of work. Looking in my direction, the secretary surprised me by acknowledging my existence, even offering me a smile back.
As the feeling of Kim's sharp elbow became jabbed into my side, I jumped in surprise. Looking at Kim in confusion, I was met with a stern glare. Confused beyond reason my eyes pleaded with my friend for an explanation for attack but instead she merely stared back at the secretary, a cold edge in her eyes. "Thanks."
Without warning, I found myself suddenly being dragged away from the desk and towards the sitting area. In a panic I looked around for any possible explanation as to what could have caused my friends sour mood. Unfortunately, all I was able to catch was the amused secretary, trying in vain to conceal her amused smile.
As I was thrown into one of the chairs I looked to my side in fear as Kim plopped down beside me, irritation clear on her face. "Ah… KP?" Seeing her angry face flash in my direction I quickly shut up and ducked away from any possible harm. What was going on!?!
Sitting with my eyes firmly locked on the ground, me and Kim waited like this for the next five minutes in total silence. Under her breath I could hear her grumbling under her breathe unintelligible, angry words. Only able to pick up a few words, the only things that made sense were the words: Stupid, Secretary and boys. Too afraid to even move wrong I remained silent, oblivious as to what this string of words could mean. Suffering in this silence, I nearly jumped to the roof as the secretary spoke.
"Ms. Possible and… Mr. Stoppable, Jack is ready to see you know." Lifting my head to see the person who had actually remembered my name, the smile on my lips died as I spotted Kim's eyes watching my every move. Quickly I turned my face back down and sighed, resining myself to a simple thumbs up towards the kind woman.
"Let's go Ron," Kim's voice quickly ushered me out the door. It wasn't until we had safely exited the room that lifted my head and sighed in relief.
Walking through the long hallways of HenchCo I could not stop staring at the back of Kim's head. As her legs continued to take long, easy strides, it seemed no matter how much I hurried she remained three steps ahead of me.
Was my presence just making her even angrier? Had I screwed up our friendship forever? Would we never be able to go back to how things were? I feared the answers. Finally, as the end of the corridor came into view, I forced myself to push my thoughts to the back of my mind and focus on the mission. She can hate me as much as she wants, but protecting Kim will always come first.
"Kim, Ronald, I can't thank you enough for coming," Jack Hench greeted us as we entered his office. Sitting behind his large desk, his cheesy grin and expensive suit were as false as ever on the criminal man. Regardless, as he motioned for us to sit down we accepted his offer and waited for him to continue.
"Okay Jack, what is this about," Kim's curt reply came out. As she eyes the man in front of us, her eyes were obviously suspicious.
Seeing this for himself, the man had enough grace turn his attention else ware, as well as adjust his tie. "Well… how should I put this…"
"Has Drakken stolen some more of your… product," Kim offered snidely. Seeing Jack's irritation at the question, I was already smiling.
"No Ms. Possible as a matter of fact he has not," he responded with a disapproving glare. Giving the teenage girl a hesitant look, his proud demeanor crumbled. "But… he might very soon." Plopping himself into his chair, he showed just how exhausted he really was. "The molecular muscle enhancer wasn't actually the last thing he has stolen," he admitted gravely. "Every now and then whenever the cheap jerk hasn't been able to come up with another of his failed inventions, he sends… Shego in too steal one of mine." He growled at the green villain's name.
Raising her eyebrow, Kim's suspicion remained on her face. "So why don't you just up the security? Not like you don't have the money," she reminded the man.
Throwing his hands up, the older man gave out a hardy, exasperated laugh. "Don't you think we've tried?" he asked. Pushing one of the millions of buttons installed into his desk, me and Kim looked up as a picture of Shego appeared on the screen, locked in mid theft. "Again and again, no matter what kind of security I have set up that woman somehow manages to get in and then escape with my latest invention!" pressing another button, the picture changed and began a slide show of her many thefts. "I hire more henchman, she blasts through them! I buy a better security system, she sneaks past it! I build a better weapon to keep her out; she steals it, along with whatever else she was sent here for! I can't stop her!" he yelled out. Watching the many pictures of her achievements slide past, I couldn't help but be impressed. Say what you want about the woman, but she has skills.
"So…" Kim drew out, pausing for clarification. "You just want me to stop Shego?" looking at the distraught man in confusion, it was like she couldn't believe it.
Jack nodded his head in confirmation. "Please Ms. Possible, help me. You're the only one I've ever seen that was actually able to stop Shego. As you can imagine having my property stolen every month gives my company a very bad image. If people see that we can't even protect our own goods, why would they think our product is any better at it? Please, you're my last hope. And hey, I'm even prepared to pay you this time around. Huh, how does that sound?" going full on salesman, Jack grinned at us as if his offer was too much to give up. Unfortunately for him, the desperation in his eyes was still clear to anyone that could pay attention.
"How do you even know Shego is going to show anytime soon," Kim asked, stalling for time to think. "It's not like we can just sit here forever, waiting for her to come. We do have to get back to school at some point."
This is where Jack's expression turned especially grim. "Every time before Shego shows up, Drakken has the courtesy to login to our company shopping website and browse my merchandise. And then, as if all of that wasn't insulting enough, he actually fills his shopping cart with all the items he sends Shego out to steal." Looking a bit red in face, I could restrain the bubble of laughter that escaped from my throat.
I'd like to think Drakken was clever enough to get under Jack's skin, but in reality it seems more likely that he's really just that stupid. If it weren't for Shego, he wouldn't even be close to a threat.
Turning to me, Kim's expression looked hesitant as she silently asked for my opinion on the situation. Shrugging my shoulders, I figured why not, the dude looked like he could use some help.
"Okay, we'll help," Kim announced to the man. "But no money, we don't do this for profit. We just want to help."
Looking slightly put off by this information, Jack straightened his tie giving us both a suspicious glance. "Not very lucrative, but I guess charity has its… charms." Uttering his last word, Jack's features turned amused.
Ignoring the man's quip, Kim stood up. "So what is Shego coming here for?" she asked. "You said you know what Drakken is interested in right?"
Nodding his head, Jack began to press multiple buttons, each one changing another thing in the room. Without warning I fell to floor landing on my but as the chair literally fell out from under me. At the same time as this happened, the room grew dim. On the screen that Jack had used to show us Shego's thievery, a new image appeared in its place.
"May I present to you HenchCo's latest and greatest invention to date, the 'Inviso-belt'!" Presenting the image like a true salesmen, Kim and I stared at the picture on the screen with confusion.
"inviso… belt?" I tested the word in my mouth. On the screen showed the image a large, but slim blue belt. Not really sure what the big deal was, my eyes zeroed in on the buckle that appeared to be… a button. Just a big button.
Latest and greatest my butt.
"So… what's it do?" Kim asked. Hearing her unimpressed tone, I could only nod my head in agreement.
Deflating a bit at our expression's, Jack visibly shrunk in enthusiasm. But a salesmen through and through, he continued with the presentation. "With this nifty little gadget, the wearer is able to complete disappear. By casting a veil of light bending particles, it literally allows you to disappear right into thin air. And, to top it all off, it's stylish to boot! Perfect for anyone old… to young."
"Um… I think I'll pass," Kim declined at the mention of his last words.
Looking around the room I didn't see anything else popping out. "So all we have to do is protect the belt then?" I asked. "She isn't coming for anything else?"
Looking insulted by my naive question, Jack shook his head sadly. "That's all?" he parroted in an affronted tone. "My dear boy this handy little devise is worth more than I can even say. Just think of the possibilities. Being completely invisible you could do anything, steal anything. If Shego actually gets her hand on this devise-"
"She'd be able to steal anything," Kim finished for him. Seeing her features harden in seriousness, I figured the joking in the room was over. Too bad, I had a few more.
Seeing Kim's new take on the situation, Jack's eye brows rose in exasperation. "Exactly Ms. Possible, I'm glad you're beginning to understand just how serious this is." Pressing another button on his desk the room returned to how it was when we had entered. Just a normal office.
"Okay, you have my attention. What time do think Shego is going to come?" Kim asked.
Casting a tiered eye down to his watch, Jack seemed to be mulling it over in his head. "Well… if I had to say, I would think she should be here in abo-" before he could finish his sentence, a loud alarm began to scream its siren into the room. And, as if automatic, the screen we had been staring at for so long flashed back on, showing a live stream of Shego, sneaking through one of the buildings air vents. As a blast of green plasma exploded against the camera we had been watching her through, I shivered at the sight of her. "Now," Jack finished with a glare.
Glaring at the screen his eyes showed nothing but pure rage. Which is why when he turned to face us, the sight of his sudden, and creepily joyous smile on his face completely freaked me out. "Well," he grinned. "You two have a job to do. I best not keep you from it any longer." Without the slightest bit of warning, as Jack pressed yet another button on his desk, Kim and I found ourselves falling through the floor and sliding down two tube like structures. Looking up at the reseeding light of Jack's office, I was able to make out the faint silhouette his frame as he stared down at us. "Try not to damage these passage ways!" he called after us. "They're still in the beta stage of production!" And with that, we were gone.
I can't really say how long me and Kim were falling in those tubes. But I can say it was long enough that I was able stop my screaming and look at my watch for reference. By the end of it, I was just left wondering if it was ever going to end.
It did.
Taking me by complete surprise, I was emptied from the darkness of the tube and into a brightly lit large room. As I laid there on the ground, moaning in pain, the sound of Kim's entrance made me open my eyes. Seeing her fall from the ceiling, I couldn't help but glare at the way she was able to land perfectly on her feet. How the heck does she do that?!
"Ron?" Kim's worried tone returned as she looked at me. Seeing that I wasn't getting up she began to walking closer. "Everything okay?"
Seeing her start to walk over to me, I did a quick check of all my bones before forcing my body to stand. "All good KP," I reassured her, forcing a goofy smile on my face to cover my pain. Besides a sore backside and a rattled jaw, most of the pain from the fall was centered on my ankles. Unfortunately, I'd just have to wait until after the mission to properly check for real damage.
Seeing myself stand, Kim smiled relieved. Then, as if remembering her attitude towards me, she broke our eye contact and looked around the room. "Well, at least we know we're close," she spoke in a dry tone.
Putting the pain in the back of my mind, I mimicked her scan and looked to see what she had meant. All around us, henchmen and scorch marks littered the plain grey walls and floor of the hallway we had landed in. As we followed the clear trail it made, my eyes landed on a door that at one point looked to have been a heavily locked safe of some sort. But know, as its middle glowed cherry red from being melted off its hinges, it had been reduced to little more than a heavy welcoming mat.
"Come on Ron, let's hurry before she can escape," Kim urged. Not bothering to wait for confirmation, she sped off, jogging through the hole in the wall. Used to this order of management, I ignored the pain in my ankle and did my best to hobble after her. Taking a bit of time to do it, I applauded myself as I was final able to pull myself through the heated metal ring.
Stepping through, I was met with a spacious, almost empty room. Except for a few barrels placed here and there, it seemed as if it held absolutely no purpose at all. Up and around the celling, my eyes widened at the sight of lasers mounted all around its circumference. And even more surprising, was the fact that each of these weapons had been blasted to pieces.
It didn't take me long to figure out how.
As I looked around the room, I could feel my heart drop at the sight of Shego. With Kim standing only a few paced away from the green skinned woman, I watched the two women, my anxiety rising with each passing second. This was the part of battle I think I hated least, the banter. As much as Shego loves to boast about being of the highest quality villain, she's still just as eager to gloating. Especially when it came to Kim. But as long as they were talking, they weren't fighting. And that meant Kim couldn't get hurt.
Too far away to hear their words, I nearly jumped in surprise as the first plasma blast was hurled from the villainess's fingers.
Out of natural instinct I quickly dove behind a one of the barrels and watched from behind. With no real objective given to me, this was about all I could do. I wasn't a fighter, or really even a rescuer. I did what I could, and hoped that it would be enough. That was my role. And watching Kim as she battled with Shego, flipping and dodging plasma laced claws, I found myself grateful for this fact. Especially as Shego's expression came into view.
As I saw all of this, I couldn't hold back the shiver of fear that ran up my spine. The scariest thing about Shego wasn't the green fire, or the temper, or even the ruthless violence, what really, truly scared me when it came to the green skinned woman, was that she seemed to genuinely enjoy it. Even know, after she had literally clawed her way through the bodies of hired henchmen, she only seemed to crave more. The destruction, the chaos, it just made her stronger. How in the world are you supposed to win against that?
Hearing Kim's cry of pain, my musing were drawn to closed as my eyes locked onto her still form, strewn across the floor. In an instant, I turned to Shego, disbelief etched on my features. Shego… won?
Standing over Kim's body, the green skinned woman's face curled in a dissatisfied frown. Even though she'd defeated Kim she looked… disappointed?.
Unable to move my limbs I was stuck, paralyzed in place. What was going to happen next, I wondered. Wasn't she just going to leave with the belt? Wasn't that what she came for? If so, then why isn't she taking her chance and leaving? Not able to answer that, a cold realization froze my bones. Shego wasn't actually going to… finish it, was she?!
Standing to my feet, I rose above the barrel and broke the paralysis that had locked my body. I was scared. Even more scared than I usually am on missions. Shego was just that scary. In any other instance I would be running for my life if I was alone with her lie this. But if I could help, even if that just meant getting punched long enough for Kim to wake up and run away… I'd do it. I'd do it and smile.
Startled by my movement, Shego turned to me, and then rolled her eyes in exasperation. Then, as if I weren't even worth her time, she turned back to Kim's unconscious body and continued to stare, fire dancing in her eyes.
"STOP!" my voice called out. As confident as I had wanted it to sound, I flinched at its level desperation. Ignoring it, I walked out from behind my hiding place and began to head towards my friend. "Don't… touch her."
With each step I could feel my knee's shaking from under me. But even still, all I could do was just focus on the next step. And once that landed, the next one after that. And continuing like this, I continued to force my body forward until finally, I stood in front of the dangerous woman.
Extinguishing her hands, Shego let out a tired sigh. "Look sidekick, you really want to start this?" she asked, not even bothering to look up at me to say it. At the sound of my silence, her eyes flicked up to mine. I can't say for sure what my expression had been at that moment. In all honesty, I was just too scared to remember. But whatever it was must have been enough for Shego's attention. For as she stepped away from Kim, the same light in her eye that she had had fighting Kim returned, flickering like an all-consuming fire. "Your funeral, buffoon."
Seeing those green flames begin to creep closer, I closed my eyes and tried in vain to focus. Going into battle like I was, I had to at least have a small plan. And as I tried to summon forth my monkey powers, I was beginning to realize just how small it was.
In the four days that Kim had been ignoring me, I'd done a lot more than just twiddle my fingers, waiting by the phone for her call. Oh no. that night of the party, I had accomplished something other than ruining a friendship. Removing the mask from my head had forced me to realize my true power, and, most importantly, how to use it. Thanks to my 'training' I learned enough that if given enough time, I can summon enough to at least help my friend. And, thanks to Shego's love for intimidation, as she took her time getting to me I was able to pull it out and feel its power.
Not a second to soon, I managed to duck just as Shego's hand went sailing over the space where my head used to be. And then, just as fast, I rolled to my left and dodged her flaming fist yet again. Looking up at her surprised face, I smirked in response. I may not be strong, and I may not be smart, but no one dodges as well as Ron Stoppable!
Proving my point as Shego's angered growl tore out from her throat, I used my monkey infused reflexes and dashed out of the way. Slipping past my ear, I could feel the heat of her flames as the past over my body. But even still, no matter what she threw at me I continued to dodge.
As I continued to jump about the room, between the close calls of Shego's claws on my face, I was able notice something very interesting. The more I seemed to dodge the pale skinned woman, the more furious, and just down right crazy her attacks became. Obviously my ability to dodge her attacks was not what she had in mind for this fight. With each pass of her claw, Shego's attack doubled in speed, but tripled in obviousness. At this point I could literally see them coming from a mile away. I think the fact that she wasn't able to finish me in one hit like usual was making her reckless. And that means nothing but good for the Ron man!
Actually feeling rather confident in my abilities, I think I amazed both of us as a smile broke across the surface of my face. Honestly, this being the first fight that I've actually seemed to stand a chance in, I was having… FUN! It felt amazing to fight like this. No wonder Kim did it so much.
"Would. You. Stop. DODGING!" Shego roared. Sending a blast of green fire directly for my face, I could practically see her becoming undone.
As I ducked under her attack, an idea came to mind. The farther I pushed her, the easier it would be to dodge her. If I just kept pushing she might just exhausted herself before I even have a chance of getting hit! Smiling, at my new plan, I turned my happy expression towards Shego and watched as her temper grew. "What's wrong Shego? Can't hit a buffoon?" my answer was another fire ball. "Man, how you ever beat Kim is way beyond me. I mean if you can't even handle a sidekick… what does that make you!?"
Never in a million years did I think I would actually find myself mocking Shego of all people. But as the adrenaline pumped through my system, and my blood rushed behind my ears, my powers only seemed to get stronger! The less I thought, the more clear I could draw upon the well of power within my body. And as I watched her flames increase in temperature, I knew my plan was working. Now I just needed to last long enough to see it through.
As the time increased, I could see my plan was working. Even from where I was standing, I could see Shego was about to drop. Why didn't she just leave with the belt? Well, because this had become more than just a normal job. If she couldn't even defeat me, she wouldn't be able to even show her face in the villain community. It would humiliate her. It would humiliate her…
For a reason I can't explain as that thought crossed my mind, an entirely different emotion began to course through my body. I'm my head; I remember her standing over Kim, that irritating expression on her face. And suddenly, just protecting Kim didn't feel enough anymore. I wanted to win! I wanted Shego to know that if she messes with Kim, she's going to have to deal with me! I wanted... I wanted her to pay.
Feeling this dark emotion seep into my body, I stared at Shego and shifted my stance. Not very far away, Shego stood facing me, a look of utter confusion etched on her features. Too tired to yell out anymore threats, she was too busy huffing air to say anything. Seeing this, I couldn't stop the grin on my face as I saw my opportunity.
As I jumped into the battle, Shego was the one doing the dodging as my fist sailed past her face. Throwing my fists in a pattern I didn't even recognize, my body seemed to be moving all on its own, as if it already knew the right way to attack. Allowing this feeling to completely take over, it felt my power double in strength.
As my fist sailed past her face, Shego's eyes were wide with amazement at the level of combat I was able to show her. I knew without even hearing it that she had expected me be little more than an annoyance. But I was used to that. After all, that's all anyone ever expected from me. But with this new power I could use that against them. I can use that low expectation and shove it in their face. With this power, I can show everyone!
The moment Shego's eyes flickered to my face, I was amazed to see an actual look of fear in her eyes. For a reason I can't explain, this made me smile.
Taking full advantage of this situation, I threw my fists from a low angle and caught her right on the chin. And while it might not have held quite as much power as I would have liked, it seemed enough for her as she went stumbling back, falling on her butt.
As I stood above her gasping for breath, I couldn't remove the smile from my lips no matter how much I tried. Seeing her on the floor, as well as the shocked and fearful expression on her face… it felt good. It felt amazing. And so, unable to help myself, as I grinned down at the women on the floor the word just flew through my lips. "Booyah."
Seeing her start to stand, I quickly shifted back into my attacking stance, readying myself for anything that might come. Unfortunately, that proved to be a lie as her next move astounded me.
Picking herself off the floor, Shego's wary expression remained locked on mine. Still holding a look of fear in her eyes, she watched my every move, even going as far as to flinch as I moved. Finally, as she was able to pull herself back on her feet, she… smiled. A soft, almost tender smile that mixed strangely with her fearful expression.
And then she ran.
Faster than I cared to try and catch up, the green skinned woman was back out the melted door and just kept running.
For a moment I just stood there, allowing what had just happened fully set in. I'd done it… I protected Kim using my own power. In a second as the adrenalin left me and the power dissolved into nothing I was on my butt, gasping for breath. The sweat from my forehead burned my eyes, and my ribs actually ached from the force of my heart beat as it crashed against them. But even still, no matter how much pain I was in… I can't think of a time I've been happier.
Lying on the ground my basking was interrupted at the sensation of tiny paws pushing against my face. Squinting past the stinging salty liquid in my eyes, I spotted my friend Rufus urging me to give me him my attention. As he chattered and squeaked excitedly, I followed his gestures with my eyes to see him pointing at Kim.
Groaning I pulled myself into the seated position. My entire body hurt. Everything I did seemed to send little sparks of pain rocketing up my spine. Regardless, as Barkin would say, I soldiered through the pain and got to my feet. And feeling Rufus pull on my pants leg, I shuffled forward and towards my other best friend.
Kim seemed to already be waking up as I managed to get over to her. Seeing this I was immediately relieved. Like a deep sleep she woke up groggy and confused. But giving her a moment, her eyes snapped open, only for her to shoot up and look around the room in a panic. "Ron!?" as her eyes fell on me I could see the confusion in her face. "What happened?" she asked. "Did Shego escape with the belt?
Opening my mouth to answer her, I was cut to the chase as Jack, followed by two burly looking body guards entered the room. "I think I can answer that for you Ms. Possible," he announced. Walking toward us, the shady business man could not look have looked any happier if he tried. This is why as his hand came to smack me on the back, I nearly fell over in shock. "It would appear I was asking the wrong hero for assistance in this matter," he announced, speaking like a proud father. Turning to give me his full attention he gave me his biggest grin. "I tell ya kid, if I hadn't seen it myself I wouldn't have believed it. But you were something else." Giving my back anther congratulatory slap he laughed before walking over to the back of the room.
Looking like she had just woken up to another dimension, Kim's eye lids fluttered open and closed as she tried to make sense of what was happening. "W- Wait," she challenged. "Are you saying Ron… fought Shego?" Given her astonished tone, it was clear she had trouble even speaking the words, much less believing them. I tried not to let it hurt too much.
Fiddling around with a key pad on the wall, Jack nodded his head, still happy as a clam. "That he did Ms. Possible, that he did. Of course, it's that fact that he won that was the most surprising." Finishing his sentence, a small circle detached itself from the wall releasing a futuristic drawer from the wall. "But if you don't believe me, see for yourself."
As Kim spotted the blue, techno enhanced belt resting in his hands, she was literally struck dumb. As I watched her open and close her mouth, a small part of me couldn't help but hope that this would impress her in some way. But instead of the thank you as I was expecting, I was left wanting as instead the red haired girl continued to stare at me in silence.
"Kim ah, probably just loosened her up for me," I mumbled sheepishly. Not used to this sort of treatment it was just my natural response to give the credit to Kim.
"Now now, don't be so humble," Jack smiled. Handing the belt to one of his guards he turned his attention back to me. "It's not often you get to see Shego of all people sent running with her tail between her legs. You should be proud of how well you fought. I for one didn't think you had it in you!" letting out a long and joyful laugh he just shook his head in amazement. "Well, I called you out for a job and the jobs been done, I shouldn't keep you two from your… schooling any longer."
Understanding his not so subtle cue, I nodded my head. Reaching down to help Kim up, she offered her hand and I used it to pull her to her feet. "I'll be ok," she reassured me, still sounding a bit dazed. As she spotted my doubtful, worried face she rolled her eyes before giving my shoulder a small push. "Come on Ron, it'll take more than Shego to take me down." Seeing her start to walk away I had to restrain myself from shaking my head. If only she knew just how close it had been.
As I watched her walk away, I couldn't help but feel a spark of worry grow in my belly. Was this it? Now that the mission was over were we just going to go back to not speaking? I didn't want that.
Running after my friend I called out her name, and watched as she turned around to face me. "Ron, what is it? I have to hurry and call wade for a ride," she reminded me.
Nodding my head I scratched the back of my neck nervously. "yea , I was just thinking… I mean me and Rufus were thinking about catching some Bueno Nacho after school. You um, think you might want to come with?" Having offered the olive branch, all I could do was wait and see what Kim would do.
Looking surprised by my offer, a look of anxiety flashed across her face. This wasn't a good sign. "Oh…" she mumbled.
As her eyes flashed around the room, the outcome of this endeavor seemed to only become darker by the second. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but notice that she did seem hesitant about turning me down. That was a good sign, right? Right? "I… I can't," she finally answered, seeming to deflate with its announcement. Seeing the disappointment on my face, she seemed to jump with her explanation. "It's just, I promised Monique that I would hang out at her house tonight and… and…"
Waiting for her to finish her explanation I stared at her nervous expression, desperate for a real reason as to why she didn't seem to want me around anymore. "I just can't," she finished disappointingly. "I'm sorry Ron, we can do it some other time, okay?" not bothering to hear my response she quickly hurried away and fished out the Kimmunicator to contact our ride.
Standing in place I stared after my friend, and felt my empty chest echo with disappointment. For a second, just a measly second I had actually thought she had been ready to tell me what was going on with her. But nope, guess I'm just not as good of a friend as I thought I was.
With a sigh of frustration, I couldn't help but curse my situation. If I could just find out what Kim was really angry about, I could find out what I need to do to make it up to her! Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be happening anytime soon.
Thinking through the ways that I might be able to acquire this information, my mind instantly went to Monique. Girls talked to each other about tons of stuff! I'm almost positive Kim will talk about it to her. Shaking my head, I disregarded this thought with disappointment. While girls did talk to each other, they sure as heck didn't do it around guys. Least of all guys that they would be talking about.
Crossing my arms over my chest I stared at the smooth tile at my feet with sadness. If I could just find a way to listen into their conversation without them knowing, I could easily find out what Kim was hiding. But how the heck did you spy on world hero?!
Allowing that question to sink in, I spent the next few moments taking an embarrassingly long time until, finally, I realized it. oh.
Looking at the blue belt in the body guard's hands, a million conflicting emotions assaulted me all at once. Could I really do that to Kim? Could I really spy on her? Then, realizing that it could be our friendship that hung in the balance, I knew my answer.
Walking back over to Jack Hench and his two guards, I could feel a nervous sweat break across my forehead.
Speaking on his cell phone, Jack's good mood seemed to be in full swing as he continued to laugh and smile bright as the sun. To get that belt from him, my plan was shaky at best. But hey, who would I be if I actually thought what I did through. "Um yea, h- hello? Mr. Hench sir?"
At the sound of my voice, he raised his eye brow interested. In a quick manor he bid the other end of the call good bye and then turned to give me his full attention. "Well, if it isn't the man of the hour," he greeted me. "And just what can I do for you?" seeming to honestly mean it, I couldn't help but find this comforting.
Staying true to my nervous habit, I found my hand scratching at the back of my neck. "y-you said something about… payment. Upstairs in your office," I clarified.
Seeming genuinely surprised by this topic, the man's eye brows raised at attention. "Yes, but if I remember correctly, your young female friend rejected that offer. You just wanted to help if I recall." He reminded me. Hearing the two muscles bound goons behind him chuckle, my cheeks warmed with embarrassment.
"Yea Kim said that… but I didn't." patting myself on the back for my words, I dared my eyes to meet Jack's cold grey ones.
Nearly causing me to jump out of my skin, Jack's sudden burst of laughter sent my heart into a fit of erratic pounding. "Oh kid, you're really are something else, I gotta say!" taking a moment to calm down, I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a checkbook. "Tell you what kid, you name it and it's yours. Watching you send Shego packing was worth all the money in the world." Clicking a pen, he pressed it to the paper and waited for my response.
Feeling my heart pound inside my ears, I looked at the checkbook in his hand and had to shake myself from taking his offer. Kim was more important. "A-Anything?" I asked, making sure that he was clear in his words.
"You'd be surprised what this kind of business can bring in. you just name it Kid." He reassured me.
Starring into his cheesy grin, I nodded in understanding. Lifting my hand, I pointed to my prize "Then I want that." As the three adult men followed my finger; they seemed to be stumped as they realized what it was I was asking for. "I… want the belt."
Waiting for someone to respond, as one of the man's body guard stepped forward I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Wait," Jack halted the giant man. Holding out his hand, he seemed to be studying me, examining my every feature. Finally, as his hand fell back to his side, he made another motion for his other guard.
As the belt landed in my surprised hands, I looked up at the man in front of me in shock. "If I am anything, it's a business man," Jack spoke proudly. "And what kind of business man would I be, if I couldn't recognize a future asset when it comes knocking on his door." Reaching into his other pocket, he quickly pulled out a card. Handing it to me, I spotted his own personal cell number. "Take the belt if you want, it was the reputation that really mattered. But I also want you to keep that card. If this whole… charity thing gets old, give me a call. I could use a man like you." Not bothering to wait for my response, both him and his goons quickly left the room.
You know, I was getting a little tired of that.
With a sigh I looked down at the card and crushed it in my hands. Instead, I stared at my new item and grimaced. As much as I didn't like it, this was the key to saving me and Kim's friendship. And I intended to use it.
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The ride back home was just as bad as the first trip. Sitting in utter silence, the tense atmosphere of the helicopter even seemed to bring down the pilots cheery mood. And with the weight of the belt resting hidden in my pockets, I wasn't exactly inclined to start any kind of conversation. This left the both of us in a hopeless, dreadful space that only seemed to have gotten worse by the second. This is why; as the aerial vehicle finally reached home, I didn't even bother trying to make up with Kim. With a plan on my mind, I waved my friend good bye and just ran, I ran and ran and continued to run until I was at home.
Huffing and puffing breath in the middle of my room I shook my exhaustion off and tried to focus on what I needed to grab. Out from under my bed, I threw dirty and soiled garments left and right, clawing my way to the center of its mess. Finally, as I spotted a worn and beet up old shoe box, I sighed in relief.
As soon as I lifted the top I could feel my emotion stir with confliction. In its contents rested two seemingly innocent objects, a pen, flashing and blinking with strange and mesmerizing lights, and a mask, equally mesmerizing but not nearly as inconspicuous. With these objects I have been able to do very dangerous, but also very pleasurable acts of indulgence.
Staring down at the two objects so carefully hidden, a strange pressure built in my heart. In all honesty, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel about seeing them. Besides their initial use, the only times I had seen them was when I had shut them away in the dark abyss that is my room. But going through with this mission, if anything went wrong I'm going to need all the help I can get. And while I can't say what I would need them for, I would rather have them and not need it, than need it and not have them. Thankfully my mission pants had very deep pockets.
Pocketing the two items in my pockets, I retrieved the technologically enhanced belt and stared it before setting it around my waist. Unfortunately, I had no idea where Monique lived so that left me with a small window of opportunity to run back to Kim's and follow her before she left. As I stared at the button on the belts buckle, I prayed it wouldn't give me as much trouble as the other two did.
Drawing in a deep breath of air, I pressed the button and listened to a soft, but resonating click.
Looking at my body, I couldn't resist the impressed smile that appeared on my face. I won't ever be able to say why but for some reason no matter what age, whenever men get a hold of a new toy be it car or some other object, they can't help but grin. And adjusting the belt around my waist, I was just as foolish. Oh well, Kim did say I should get a belt.
Looking down at my body I wouldn't have been able to tell you that anything at all had changed, but when as I looked in the mirror the invisibility was quite obviously in affect.
It looked like as long as you were under the veil of light bending particles, you were able to hear everything as clear as day. This was good for me to learn. If I'd accidently gotten too close to Kim, I don't think I would have been able to talk my way out of that one.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the still sleeping form of my best little buddy. As much as I wanted to bring him along, I felt that as little exposure as possible was the best course of action. Not that I didn't trust him, I would just rather that I didn't have to put him in the position of keeping my secrets. That just wouldn't be fair to the little guy.
Taking a moment to give his head I little scratch, I walked over to his little sleeping area and tucked him in. One glance at the clock and I knew I needed to move. Patting Rufus one last time on the head, I moved out of my room and began to dash back to Kim's house. With any hope, I'll be able to catch her before she left.
As my feet slowed to a halt, I stared at the home of my friend and sighed. Luckily the trip between our homes was short and well-rehearsed. Honestly, I'm willing to bet I could make the trek blind folded at this point. But pushing those thoughts aside, I looked up at my friend's window and tried to spot my any activity that would signify my friend's presence.
There wasn't any.
Staring up at the low setting sun, hanging on the horizon of the upscale neighborhood I feared I might have been too late. Thankfully, as the Possible's door swung open my fears were laid to rest.
Stepping out into the cool October afternoon air, Kim stood dressed in a simple long sleeved blouse and blue jeans. On her head, a she had put her hair up into an easily manageable ponytail. And over her shoulder she looked to be holding a small overnight bag that she carried with ease. Adjusting the strap higher onto her neck, she gave looked back her home and waved goodbye before closing the door and walking away.
Jumping at the suddenness of her appearance, it took me a moment to remember that I had already activated the belts cloaking power. As I took a moment to feel my heart start beating again, when I looked up I had to jump into action as she had already worked a distance between us.
As my footsteps fell in line with Kim's I found myself following into the rhythm of her movement almost automatically. In the breeze her restrained hair fluttered about in a willowy pattern, I noticed as I walked a few feet behind her. Her stride was calm and relaxed. A fact that calmed my paranoia that she knew of my presence. Occasionally, she would throw her head back, alerted by a broken twig or mistakenly crushed leaf, and peer through my invisible form as if searching for an unknown target. But thankfully, Kim was quick to disregard this paranoia and continue on her journey, disregarding it with a small shrug of her shoulders.
I wasn't happy about having to follow Kim like I was. I didn't feel good about it anyway. On the contrary, it was actually a very stressful experience. Every step, every breath, all of it just seemed to make me even more on edge. Even blinking brought its own anxiety. But I will say, while it was a very stressful experience, it was that very fear that drove me to improve on my stealth. Each step I would try and make it softer, each breath, quieter. And by the time Kim finally stopped at Monique's house, she had stopped looking back altogether.
Knocking on the door of a seemingly large, two stories, yellow painted home, Kim waited quietly as its occupants could welcome her inside. I stood behind her, as close as I could manage without actually casting her under the belt's veil. When that door opened, I would have a very short time dive inside.
On the other side of the door, a female voice shouted to us that she was coming.
Opening the door, an older woman whom I could only guess was Monique's mother smiled kindly at Kim and welcomed her inside. In a quick maneuver, I was able to slip under her arm just as the door was about to close.
"Kim!" She greeted loudly. Standing in a stylish evening gown, the older dark skinned women drew the red head into arms. "It's so good to see you again. You really don't visit enough." Pulling back she once again smiled at the young teen.
Appearing to be used to this treatment, Kim smiled at the older woman, amusement clear in her eyes. "Sorry about that Mrs. Williams. I'll be sure to try and come by a little more often." As Kim stepped out of the woman's hold she took a moment to look at her dress and smiled. "Are you going out tonight?" she asked with a knowing smile.
Looking quite proud of herself, the now dubbed 'Mrs. Williams' nodded her head and grinned. "Mhmm, I got me a hot date tonight," she laughed. "I've looking forward to this all week." Taking a look at her watch, her eyebrows shot up with surprise. "Oh, and I better get moving if I don't want to miss it!"
In a rush to get the rest of her things in order, the dressed up woman spoke in a hurry. "Monique isn't in right now, but she should be back any minute now. She just when out for a little run." Slipping her purse over her shoulder, she nearly barreled right into me as she made for the door. "Just make yourself at home. You remember where Mon's room is right? Oh, she's just going to be so happy you dropped by." Giving one last wave with her hand she opened the door and hurried out the door.
And then we were alone.
As soon as the older women left the room I watched with curiosity as Kim seemed to deflate in on herself. Gone was the charismatic, chipper redhead that I've known. Now with a look of depression, she gave a tired huff and began to shuffle off deeper into the home. I was quick to follow after.
Stalking from behind, I trailed her up the stairs and into a room painted in a dark purple. On the walls various posters of bands and people stood proud. As well as her many knickknacks that littered the dresser, it was clear that this was Monique's room. Staring around me I, nodded my head. What little I actually knew about her seemed to fit.
As Kim laid herself on Monique's queen sized mattress, she stared up at the ceiling, a sad and empty look in eyes. I couldn't help but flinch back at this sight. What could it be that's made Kim become so sad? What have I missed in our days apart? I shook my head in wonder. Fortunately, as the sound of the front door opened, Kim's sadness seemed to snap away. Sitting up, she waited patiently for her friend to come to her bedroom.
Looking around, I realized that standing in the middle of the room might not be such a bright idea. It would be easy for someone to step to close and expose myself. If I didn't want to be caught I'll need to find a place that's out of the way.
Casting my eyes around the room, I grinned at the sight of an open door, cracked just enough for me swoop inside. Due to its darkness I couldn't really see what it was inside, but knowing Monique it was most likely some kind of walk in closet, perfect for my needs. In a flash I was inside and peered out to the rest of the room. Finally… finally I'll be able to find out how to apologize to Kim. And then everything will be ok.
As Monique opened the door to her room, seeing Kim she jumped a bit but was quick to calm. "Hey girl, sorry you had to wait but I thought the mission would have taken longer.
As she strolled into the room, she walked into my field of vision. Standing by the edge of her bed, Monique was dressed in… what you'd expect a jogger to be dressed in. draped across around her torso, she wore an exceedingly loose red top that had been stretched enough that her shoulder peaked out from its neck hole. Underneath the baggy garment my eyes caught the sight of a black sports bra strap.
Surprised to see the usually so fashion forward teen dressed in such a sloppy way, my attention became especially dray as I looked lower. Snug against her lower cheeks, my eyes widened at the tight jogging shorts pulled tight against her skin. Feeling embarrassed, I tried not to stare.
"It's cool," Kim brushed her off. "I'm just… I think I'm ready to talk know." Losing a bit of her fake casualness, the depressed Kim I had seen before seemed to bleed back in.
As if she'd been slapped, Monique fell onto the bed giving her friend a wide eyes look of exasperation. "It's about time!" she exclaimed. "Honestly the way you've been moping, I didn't think you were ever going to talk."
Casting a dispirited look downwards, Kim's façade crumbled to the full brunt of her distress. "Was I really that obvious?" she sighed.
Giving the girl in front of her a small chuckle, Monique scooted closer to Kim before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Beyond obvious," she commented pointedly. "To me at least," She finished.
At the last comment Kim looked up at her best female friend and smiled in appreciation for her attentiveness. Returning the kind gaze, Monique's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "So, you gonna tell me what's been makin' you look like your favorite cuddle buddy got shredded?"
Sitting in silence, I watched at attention as Kim looked away from her friend, a look of anxiety on her face. I didn't think it would come so fast but this was the moment I have been waiting for. My excitement was building.
As Kim rung her hands into the red comforter of Monique's bed, her eyes seemed to look everywhere but at her friend. Seeing this, Monique bent her head until Kim was forced to look at her face. "I'm guessing it has somthin' do with Ron?" she ventured helpfully. In a flash of emotion, Kim's gaze snapped up to Monique's in a panicked gaze. Monique simply rolled her eyes in exhaustion. "Okay, what did naco boy do this time," she sighed.
"I… I think Ron might actually have a… girlfriend," Kim responded mystified. I'd be lying if I said the astounded expression on both of the females faces didn't hurt. Monique I could kind of understand, this being the first time she heard it after all. But Kim, even as she spoke the words she seemed to be struggling to believe it.
"Hold up," the dark skinned women ordered. "Who?!" Unable to suppress her gossiping instincts, Monique suddenly appeared ravenous for more information. It was actually kind of amusing.
"I don't know!" Kim exclaimed in frustration. Abandoning her bashful domineer, Kim was up and open as ever. With her best friend so close, I could see the river of repressed feelings and emotions she had been forced to hide threatening to spill over. Which was exactly what I needed. "I've been thinking, and thinking, but no matter how much I try I just can't see who it could be." taking on a look of anger her eyes flashed dangerously. "And it feels like if I don't find out who she is, I'm going to lose my mind."
"Could be Tara," the dark skinned teen offered. "You know how badly she used to be crushing on him."
"No, I ah, already thought of that." Kim admitted sheepishly. "When I went to ask her, I was still pretty… upset. I almost made her cry," she hung her head with regret. "Besides, you know how religious her parents are. She's way too scared of them to actually have go all the way. They'd pretty much kill her."
Monique nodded her head in understanding.
Still looking slightly shell shocked by the new information, in a flash Monique's expression turned speculative. "Wait a minute, how do you even know he has one?" waiting for this new information she sat patiently.
As more anger returning to her eyes, I suddenly felt like I was back at the anniversary party facing an enraged red head. "Because I saw proof on his stupid skinny neck," she responded, her un-approving emotions clear in her voice.
Crossing her arms over her chest, her mad expression turned sad. "At my parent's party last week, after we got back from our mission, I had to go upstairs for a shower, and when I came back, he was just… gone! I spent like an hour looking for him, but he just wasn't there! And then when he did show back up, he had a bite mark on his neck with lipstick!"
As Kim finished her story, her cheeks puffed out with indignation. Despite the look of frustration in her eyes, I couldn't help but think she looked adorable.
In response to Kim's story Monique simply looked… stumped. Then, letting out a small chuckle, the corners of her lips curled into an impressed smile. "Dang," she laughed. "Didn't think the dude had it in him." Letting out another laugh she shook her head in amazement.
Giving her friend a cautious look, Kim's back rose in suspicion. "What do you mean?"
Once she saw Kim's new disposition, Monique smile froze on her face. "I- I'm just saying," she gave a nervous laugh. "You know, It's just I don't think anyone really expected Ron to be the first in your friendship to… you know…" she trailed off suggestively.
Taking on a look of real anger, Kim's eyes were burning. "No! To what?!"
Now Monique was really fidgeting. "Well, I mean if the guy was sporting a bite mark, that usually means somthin' more than just a little necking, like… sex," she clarified cautiously. "I could be wrong though!" she hurriedly reassured.
Flicking my eyes back to Kim, I waited anxiously to see what her reaction would be.
Looking like someone just strangled her puppy I was beginning to feel guilty for my confused friend. "Ron wouldn't, I mean he would have told me if…" finally as if she couldn't deny it any longer, she seemed to fall into herself, a deep look of pain clear on her face.
"Look Kim, I- I'm sorry I even mentioned it," Monique apologized. "But I mean hey, you should be happy for him. He's your friend isn't he? If he's found a girl than that's a good thing." Continuing with her up beat pep talk Monique chuckled as she threw out the last part of her message. "I mean your acting like you're jealous or something."
At the sight of Kim's shoulders becoming rigid, both me and Monique froze in place. "Kim" Monique called out to her. "You… you're not really jealous are you?" her tone sounded almost appalled. However, at the moment all I was too busy to even care.
In the invisible silence of my corner, I looked at Kim with awe. She was… jealous? It was almost too good to be true! However as I stared at her blushing cheeks and anxious eyes it only seemed to strengthen the possibility. With an excited choke of joy I had to press my hands over my mouth just to keep myself from revealing myself. And what a shame that would be. Right now, I'd be willing to pay any amount in the word if it meant I could stay and listen.
Thankfully, I wasn't going anywhere.
With her face bright red, Kim pecked out from under hidden face. "Maybe?" she offered in an unsure tone. "I mean… kinda." Throwing her head down in defeat Kim finally admitted it to her friend.
Seeming to go dizzy for a second, Monique steadied herself on the bed while at the same time placing a hand on her head. "W-wait," rushed. "Since when have you had a thing for Ron?!" she questioned in disbelief.
This question only seemed to embarrass the poor girl even further as she was forced to actually turn away and face the wall. "I- I don't know," she mumbled. Taking a deep breath, her face became as bright as a tomato, "I guess… since the dream I had…"
At this Monique's eye brows rose high on her head in curiosity. "Dream?" she questioned. Crawling on the bed she once again forced her red headed friend to face her. "And just what happened in this dream?" she continued deviously
Hiding her face in her hands, Kim groaned, obviously embarrassed for even mentioning the dream. But too late. "Oh God, nothing, nothing!" she insisted. Then shifting her eyes to her lap her expression crumpled in indecision. "Okay, maybe a little happened," she relented. Then as if the wall that had been holding her up crumbled, Kim fell against Monique seeking out her gender counterpart's comfort. "God it's just been so weird!" insisted. "I mean… this is Ron for crying out loud. How am I supposed to react to having a… that kind of Dream about my best friend?"
Patting the redhead's back Monique smiled down at the distraught girl. "Kim, just because you had one dream about your friend doesn't have to mean you're falling in love with the guy," she consoled much to my displeasure. "Dreams like that can happen to anyone." Then pausing, I looked at her as her eyes shifted away from her friend. "Anyone," she repeated in an odd tone.
As Kim heard this, she nodded her head in understanding but remained distraught. Peeking through her fingers, her eyes remained anxious. "What if… what it's been more than one dream?" she asked hesitantly.
In response Monique's hand stilled on her friends back a she stared at her with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Just how many dreams have you been having?" she questioned indignantly.
At the tone of her friend's voice, Kim's cheeks once again flared with color. "I- I don't know… a few," she admitted shyly. From where I was sitting I could spot her fingers anxiously pulling and stretching the fabric to distract herself. "After the first dream they just seemed to keep coming. I thought they might go away if I just waited a bit but after the incident at the party I just… I don't know. I guess I just can't help but wonder if this is my hearts way of telling me that I want… more."
As the word more flew past her lips, Kim's expression became almost wistful in my eyes. And I could honestly say, that at that moment, I could die a happy man.
Monique on the other hand, wasn't quite as emotional as Kim at the moment. "Now wait just one second girl," the dark skinned women interrupted, her voice quick in tone. "Are you actually saying you want to start somthin' with Ron?" On her face I couldn't really explain the emotion I was seeing. It just seemed… scared?
Oblivious to her friend's state, Kim's face was still turned away. Shrugging her shoulders, Kim's voice sounded panicked and unsure. "I- I don't know, Maybe? I mean it's not like this is the first time I've thought about this, I mean who hasn't?" Sighing Kim shook her head in exhaustion. In a flash her head turned towards her friend, a pleading look of desperation on her face. "Monique," she started out. "Do you think friends are capable of becoming more? Without it blowing up in their faces?"
Surprised by the suddenness of the question, Monique's face pulled away from her friend with a look of anxiety. "I…" she started. Letting out a sigh her eyes drifted away from the pale redhead, strangely right in my direction. As I was able to spot the thoughtful, glossy eyed gleam in her eyes I knew I was still safe. But still, seeing her expression it looked pained as she answered. "I do," she finally admitted, clenching her eyes closed. With a blink I looked at the dark skinned teen's odd behavior and tilted my head in confusion. Unfortunately I wasn't able to ponder this for long as Kim suddenly chose to throw herself onto to the bed, releasing a long groan into the muffling fibers of Monique's pillow.
Raising an eye brow at our dramatic friend, Monique leaned in close to Kim and placed her hand back on her back. "Now what's wrong?" she asked sounding exhausted. But from where I could see, it was clear she wasn't minding it in the least.
Turning her head enough that her mouth was clear from the blanket, Kim stared up at her friend with a pained expression. "Even if I wanted to do anything, Ron probably thinks I'm insane," she complained. "The one chance I had to talk to him in days and I blew it. God, you should have seen how fast he ran away from me once we got back from the mission."
Letting out a small laugh Monique shook her head in disbelief. "Ah Kim, I don't think you have anything to worry about," she snidely remarked.
Lifting her head, Kim's face was strewn in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Shaking her head Monique stared down at Kim as if she was the most oblivious person she had ever met. "Girl that boys got it worse for you than Rufus on cheese," She laughed.
Kim stared at her friend in shock, her mouth literally gaping in surprise. "What?! No way, not Ron," she insisted. "He would have… I mean by now he surly would have…" Falling silent Kim stared off into space as she allowed herself to digest this new information.
Picking up the silence, Monique seemed to be highly amused by her friend's response. "You know any other guy that would do the things he does for you?" she asked, an eyebrow rose in curiosity.
Not answering Kim merely shook her head negative. Then, as if her emotions had finally settled, the confident Kim I had grown to love seemed to bloom up from the train wreck I had been forced to watch over. "Then it shouldn't be too hard to for me to win him back," she smirked, gears already turning in head.
At this Monique's other eye brow rose to meats into counterpart. "Girl what are you planning?" she asked, an undertone of caution permeating her words.
Picking herself off the bed, Kim smiled her confident smile and allowed her eye to gleam with danger. "If beating some other girl is the only thing I have to do to get Ron back then this should be easy," she commented deviously. "I mean its Ron, no one knows him better than me. Not even Ron."
"Kim, you sure you want to go down this road?" Monique asked a scared tone back in her voice. "Remember that Ron and this chick have already done it. If you start dating him, he's probably gonna want more than a kiss on the cheek."
Taken back by Monique's words, I stared at her in confusion. The way she was talking, it was almost like she didn't want Kim to date me. Looking down at my lap, I couldn't help but feel hurt by this. While it's true we aren't really that close, I still always thought of Monique as somewhat of a friend. And now hearing her talk me down, I felt a little betrayed. Shaking my head, I turned back to the conversation.
Giving an air of bashfulness, Kim's eyes stared down into her lap as she hugged her pillow close to her chest. "Well," she breathed. "It's not like I can be virgin forever, right?" she asked turning a shrugging glance at her friend. "Besides… its Ron… I can't think of anyone I could ever trust more." speaking this, Kim's cheeks were swirling with color. But despite her embarrassment, my heart leapt at the small, tender smile that had curled into her lips. "If these feeling are real, I don't want to wake up in thirty years regretting my decisions because I was too afraid to try and fight for Ron."
With a look of confliction her face, I watched Monique with critical attention. Fortunately, as she gave her friend a saddened, defeated smile she appeared to have run out of things to challenge. Thank God. "I guess if you're sure," she sighed, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.
Not quite able to notice her friend's strange mood, Kim smiled and nodded her head. "There's just… something. But I have no idea where it's suddenly come from. I don't know. I guess part of me is still a little hesitant you know?" looking down Kim's brow furled in deep thought. "Starting something with Ron would be… big. Way big," she insisted. "I think I still might have to think about it a little more."
Letting a silence fill the room, as Kim's admission fell from her lips both young girls fell quiet. Thankfully, this hush was short lived as Monique's brisk tone shattered its existence. "Whoo," she sighed unexpectedly. "Well I don't know about you, but I think I'm going to need a quick shower before we talk about this anymore. That jog left me a little rip," she laughed. Standing up from the bed, her past oddness was gone, replaced by the Monique I have come used to. "You okay if we take a little break?" she asked.
Nodding her head, Kim waved off her friend without so much as a blink. "It's cool," she reassured. "I think I need some time anyway."
"Just gotta grab a towel real quick, be right back," she announced wiggling her fingers as she stepped back out into the hall.
Retreating into the back of my mind I couldn't believe the conversation I had just gotten to hear. Kim, thee Kim Possible and my best friend might actually have feelings for me. It was more than I ever thought I could hope for.
As my mind drifted to how this came to be, I couldn't help but smile. Who would have thought what I did that night would yield this kind of response? She'd told me that she had had a dream, but I had no idea that it was about me! And she even admitted that she'd had more than one dream about me. Man, talk about an ego boost. Coming here I had been imaging the absolute worst outcomes. But know that I know…
Shaking my head free from these thoughts, forced myself to return back to reality. I'd gotten what I needed and now was the time to move. Monique would be back any second. And if I didn't hurry I might get stuck joining her in her shower, I chuckled inwardly. Hmm, that would be interesting wouldn't it…
As I pulled myself up from the floor, I found myself hesitating slightly in my movements to leave. Nervously, I glanced down at my feet with worry.
Hmm…
As I looked into myself searching for the moral compass, I found the little voice of righteousness missing from its usual place. Instead, it seemed its darker half was alone as it cooed the tantalizing possibilities into my ear.
At this I felt a little nugget of emotion squirm in my belly. I knew what the right thing was to do was, it wasn't that I'd just forgotten. Yet even with this knowledge there was no compulsion to follow this path. On the contrary, as the mental scale of right and wrong weighed in my head it seemed to be tipping heavily to the wrong. And I couldn't find it in me to care.
This was a rare opportunity, my mind kept repeating. How many chances do you get like this in a life time? By my count… this would be the third.
As much damage as my night with Ann had created, in light of what I've just heard it seemed the events of that night have faded away without repercussion. The mask weighed heavy in my pocket. And Kim… despite the questionable activity and decisions it had turned out better than I ever could have hoped! But… what did this all mean?
Was ok for me to do the things like that? Part of me really, really hoped so. I mean, nothing bad has happened. No one's gotten hurt, and I've gotten to have a little fun… okay, a lot of fun I was forced to correct myself, a small smile curling at my lips.
The more seemed to think about it, the more the idea of staying behind began to appeal to me. Monique wouldn't know, Kim wouldn't know, it would be like it never happened. It wasn't like it was anything too bad, just a bit of not so innocent fun. I've earned that, haven't I?
Before I could formulate a response my head snapped up as Monique reentered the room, a large blue towel draped over her arm. Frozen, I watched as she acknowledged Kim one last time before stepping towards my direction.
In rush I forced my feet backwards, stepping away from the door frame. Reaching the back off the room, I watched with wide eyes as at just that moment Monique stepped in to the room, closing the door behind her. And a moment later, the sound of a lock clicking shut resonated through the room.
My decision had been made.
Staring at Kim's friend I pressed my back against the back wall, slowly sinking to the floor. In all perfect honesty I've never really looked Monique close enough to ever really think about her than more as just Kim's friend. Not that she was ordinary or anything, I just didn't have a reason to. So now, as I watched her preparing for her shower I couldn't help but take a moment and appraise her aesthetic attributes.
Still dressed in her work out clothes, Monique's fashionista personality wasn't being used to its fullest. But even still, it was easy to identify the positive qualities hidden.
Immediately the past glimpse of her rear in her jogging pants I had caught came to the front of my mind. And it would be a blatant lie if I said I wasn't looking forward to catching an unobscured sight of it, free from the restraints of clothing.
As I continued to stare through her clothing, nervously waiting in anticipation, a look of impatience flashed across my features as nothing seemed to be happening. Confused, I turned my attention to her face and looked to see what was wrong…
With the door closed she rested her back against it, her face drawn down into a depressed scowl. Such a change surprised me as only a moment ago she had been smiling and laughing seemingly as care free as can be. Remembering her strange behavior before entering the room, I stood my ground and continued to watch, hopeful that I might find out what was the cause.
Standing still for a few moments, Monique remained where she stood, eyes closed in deep concentration. As her lungs released a long breathy sigh, her eyes opened to a dull and frightened expression. In a slow and sluggish movement she walked herself over to the bathrooms sink and stared in silence at her own reflection.
Without looking down her hands twisted the open the faucet's handles forcing water to spill into the basin. Diving down she splashed a large hand full directly into her face.
"Woooo," she let out a long exasperated sigh. Shaking her head water droplets flew in all directions. "Ok girl, you can do this." Staring at her reflection, it was clear the motivational words were meant for herself. "this might be your last chance, so just… say it." as left over water drops trailed down her face, I watched with confused fascination as instead of finding courage, her words only seemed to make her anxiety even worse.
"You just gotta… gotta," as if she realized how feeble her words of encouragement really were, the dark skinned teen's face flashed with a pained expression, forcing herself to tear away from the mirror and get away from her reflection.
Still frozen by the porcelain seat, I watched Monique walk around in a small circle, a look of wavering determination etched into her features. "It's not that hard," she whispered to herself, just loud enough that I could hear it. "You've practiced this a million times already. You just need to tell her."
Stopping with an abrupt halt, I nearly jumped at the suddenness of her sporadic and unpredictable behavior. What in the world could be so big that it was enough to shake Monique up to this extent, I wondered. She's usually pretty level headed. But as I thought this it would be clear to any one that at this moment Monique was anything but.
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Walking a back to her place at the sink her arms seemed to hold her body upright as she strained them against the basins rim.
"You. Can. Do. This," she swore pointedly at herself. And this time, she seemed to actually believe it. Giving herself a nod of confirmation her features relaxed before returning back to normal, even going as far as to allow a small smile to curl into her face. Then, before I could even begin to think about what her strange actions could mean, Monique reached down to her waist and pulled her shirt off in a single swift motion, flinging it to a corner of her room.
Seeing to have worked through whatever it was that had kept her upon entering, Monique now moved with a quick determination proof of some sort of priority she felt need to attend to. First her shirt, Monique quickly followed with her shoes kicking them to the corner. Then, without so much as a second thought, her hands were under the elastic of her sports bra, pulling the restraining garment free from her chest.
Caught in the material, the global mounds lifted with the garment only to fall out and wobble as they settled back on her chest. Then, throwing the discarded cloth to her cloths pile, Monique's chest was complete exposed. As her chest became free to the open air the dark skinned teen let loose a sigh of relief as she massaged the leftover indentations the straps had left in skin.
With her eyes closed in relaxation, her hands rubbed up and down her shoulders and neck. Slow and slowly, my eyes watched as the relaxing motion transformed into something different.
Opening her eyes, a look of what looked to be insecurity flashed across the young woman's features as she took a moment to stare at herself in the mirror. As Monique stared at her reflections, my eyes watched with interest as her attention was turned lower to her exposed breasts. Slowly, her hands lowered from her shoulder, slipping over her chest and covering the swollen globs.
With wide eyes, I stared unabashed as the dark skinned teen seemed to take a moment and inspect her womanly curves. As Monique lifted her chest in her hands, her brow furled in frustration as she turned her body, observing it from multiple different angles. Unsure what the reason was, I found my interest in the matter failing with each inch of skin that I was allowed to view.
With a disgruntled sigh, Monique let her proportions fall naturally back on to her chest, dropping her hands to her sides. Shaking her head she opened her eyes and gave her reflection a wry smile. "Come on girl don't go loosin' your nerve now…" giving her head another shake, she turned away from the mirror, slipping her fingers into the waist band of her shorts. And without a care in the world, Monique tugged down the elastic material and yanked them free down the length of her legs.
Letting out a muffled choke, my eyes widened as I observed her lack of underclothes. Whether she had removed them with her pants, or if they were never there to begin with, Monique's panties were nowhere within sight as she stood before me, naked as the day she was born.
"Oh yea," she smirked into the mirror, "you don't got nothing to worry about." Ruffling her hair, she looked at her naked appearance and seemed proud of what she saw. And who could blame her…
As she walked in my direction I couldn't help but watch her as the generous proportion of her chest jiggled and swayed with each footstep. She had a great body, a body any guy would kill to see. Her dark, authentic African skin tone, her wide swinging hips, and her large robust chest. She seemed to be the definition of voluptuous. And as I cast my gaze even lower, my eye brows rose in surprise.
In the few steps it took her to walk over to the shower, a nervous flutter squirmed in my gut as I spotted the completely bare, clean shaven expanse of her pelvic region.
Staring at the new feature I couldn't help but look as I'd never seen this style on a girl before. It was… interesting. Where I was becoming used to seeing a bush of red hair, instead I found a plain of dark skin empty of any form of decoration. Taking a moment to enjoy the unobscured view of her sex, it wasn't until Monique was at the precipice of my veal that I noticed how close she had gotten.
As I felt my heart leap in my chest, a muffled gasp escaped my throat just as Monique turned to into the shower. Letting my pulse calm, I couldn't believe how close I'd come to letting myself be found. If I didn't want to be caught, I had to be a lot more careful.
As the sound of water falling appeared behind me, I looked up from my lap and turned.
Monique's shower was one you'd find pretty much in any rural, recently built house. Not too shabby but nothing extravagant either. Built into the floor the bottom of the hygienic tool was a medium basin, usable if a person wanted the option of a bath. Up against a wall, a clear curtain shielded the room from bouncing water.
Switching my eyes back to Monique she was sitting on the edge of the basin holding her hand into the falling water testing its temperature. Unable to fully fit on the rim, I looked as her plump rear pressed against the cool porcelain and expanded out to accommodate her weight.
Seeming calm and relaxed, Monique was comfortable naked the only way a person was when they were sure that they were alone. It left no mistake she was completely, and utterly oblivious to my presence. Strangely, this inspired a surge of excitement to run through body. For whatever twisted reason that was behind it, the fact she wasn't aware I was watching her gave me perverse thrill.
As I allowed myself to linger on the pleasurable tingling running up and down my spine, I looked up just in time to see Monique stand. Still facing away from me, Monique's backside was perfectly presented to my leering, intrusive gaze. Truly, as I stared into the curvature of her backside, I felt my blood rush with approval.
Without so much as a seconds warning, as Monique bent over I felt my heart leap in my chest for a second time that day.
Grabbing her discarded clothing from the ground, Monique had inadvertently and unknowingly exposed herself to me in the most devious of ways. There, peeking out from under her rear, Monique's dark skinned sex was clear as day. With plump outer lips smushed between her thighs, the dark line of her inner core was made even more prominent as it was practically shoved in my face. Unabashed I stared into her sex with unbreakable focus, entranced by the new and exotic sight.
Then, feeling as though only a moment had passed, Monique stood up straight retracting the sight of her core back to the safety of her legs.
Hearing the sound of the metal rings of the shower curtain being shoved aside, I couldn't help but wonder what Monique would think if she knew what I had just seen. It seemed… interesting. Would she be embarrassed? Would she be mad? Would she even be able to speak? Or could it even be some strange combination of the three? As I imagined this in my head, the accompaniment of another warm tingle at the base of my spine was almost enough to make me deactivate my belt and expose myself. Thankfully, before I was able to make the biggest mistake of my life, my lust addled brain realized the possibility of an even better show.
Breaking me from my internalization, the sound of water splashing against the floor sounded as Monique pushed her head under its spray and smiled.
As the warm water fell around her body, Monique turned her face up into the water, a relaxed and happy expression on her face. No doubt the cool sensation of dried sweat falling down her body must have felt very refreshing. And as the water saturated her body, it began to shine, sparkling in the florescent light bulbs illuminating the room.
The shiny gleam of the water as it fell down her dark skin was an alluring sight. I enjoyed the sight of the water droplets as they fell from the tips of her breasts in a constant stream of runoff water. Starting at her head, I followed a droplet of water as I fell from her neck, down the side of her breast finally wrapping itself around her waist as it clung to the round flesh of her rear. I couldn't help but feel envy.
Oblivious to my rising excitement, the dark skinned teen seemed perfectly calm resting in the showers warm and comforting temperature. For the first time since entering the bathroom, she seemed truly at peace. With her arms lazily draped at her sides, we were both content to take a moment and enjoy ourselves.
Reaching for a bottle of white liquid soap, Monique was the first of us to break the refreshing calm of the room as she began to lazily squeeze its contents into her cupped hand and then begin to administer it to her skin.
Starting with her arm, with her eyes closed in silent bliss Monique hands slowly scrubbed the appendage with care, slowly lathering the gel into a frothy foam. Scooping this foam with her other hand, Monique transitioned the bubbly cleaning agent to her other arm, scrubbing shoulder downwards.
As I peeped through the clear plastic of the curtain my mouth became dry as I watched the sultry suds slip down her slick slippery body. Through the roar of the falling water I listened as a soft, content sigh drifted past her lips.
Finished with her arms, I watched with rapt attention as her hands began to creep towards her chest. As the first appendage landed on her flat, toned stomach, it scrubbed in small circles, expanding farther up her chest with each rotation. And reaching her rib cage, the young teen's hands were quick and efficient as they scrubbed the undersides of her pert breasts, before moving upward and to clean the up and in between the twin mounds.
As Monique was fast at work cleaning the area of her chest, I watched as the slippery friction of the water and soap combination caused her generously proportioned bust to slip in and out from under her hands, bouncing with each pass of her hands. Far too quick for my taste, I was forced to suppress my disappointment as she appeared to have finished with her chest and began to push the suds down on her body and onto her legs.
As the humid air of the heated water began continued to fill the room, I paused in my perversion as pleasant aroma slowly but surely began to fill the room. Unable to identify it right away, I continued to breath in the soft fragrance. Finally, as Monique refilled her palm with another helping of soap, my brain seemed to snap with realization as I recognized the sent to be that of roses.
Accompanied by the warm scent of flowers drifting into my brain, I turned back to Monique just in time to see her hands slipping up the small of her back and down the swell of her round backside. And by whatever gods watching over my actions, Monique turned her body perfectly for me to see her. Sometimes you just can't beat luck, I tell ya.
Moving onto her legs, Monique propped her foot onto the wall side rim of the tub and bent over to scrub the long, luscious appendage. My eyes were wide as they observed her chest dangling in open air. In her position the full weight of her bust forced the fleshy, dark brown tipped domes away from her body and to dangle tantalizingly off her chest, nipples pointed to the floor. After slipping a bit on the slick surface of the wet and soapy tub, the teen stumbled a bit, forcing her pendant breasts to shake. Righting herself, the teen gave a shaky chuckle before switching to her other leg.
As Monique finished with her leg, she rose to her full height, running her hands one last time up and down her arms, double checking the area of her arm pits. Satisfied, she gave a grateful sigh placing her body in the direct path of the showers spray.
Turning her face up into the waters spray, Monique was a sight to behold. As the water fell down her body, the sudsy rose scented soap clung to her tight body as it was carried by the water. Contrasted by her dark completion, the pure white suds appeared even more entranced all the way down the tips of her dainty feet. Finally as her all the soap was washed from her body she stepped out the water and pulled her hair behind her head.
Surrounded by the rosy smell of Monique's body wash, I rested my back against the wall and breathed in a deep sigh. This was torture, I realized. Seeing her like this. Watching the spongy flesh of her chest and backside shake and sway with each action, it was enough to drive a guy insane. I wanted to touch her; I wanted to touch her so much it hurt. Unfortunately, as invisible as the belt made me, none of that mattered if I was to actually try and touch her. As satisfying as it would be, it wouldn't do anyone any kind of good if rumors of a perverted ghost started appearing. No, no matter how much my hands were itching to touch I had to resign myself to only watch… only watch.
Still standing in the warm humidity of the shower, I turned back to Monique as she seemed to running her hands up and down her body, a look of concern on her face. Starting with her legs she checked both before moving to her the undersides of her arms. Seeming satisfied, she then moved on to her face and then finally froze as her finger tips traced the empty plain of her pubic area.
Taking a moment to linger, Monique's expression changed to that of worry as her hands peered around the veil of the shower curtain and reached for a basket placed on the edge of the counter. After listening to the sound of her shuffling about, I watched curiously as her hands pulled back a razor and a small can feminine shaving gel.
With careful consideration Monique placed the sharp tool beside her and emptied a small amount of the can's gel onto two of her out stretched fingers. Shoving a portion of the shower's curtain out of the way, Monique gingerly stepped one foot out of the tub and squatted down, straddling the thick rim of the tub. Having safely landed without falling, I watched in disbelief as the dark skinned teen leaned back against the wall and spread her legs wide open.
Nestled between two luscious and thickly framed thighs, at the very center Monique's dark skinned sex glinted with wetness in the rooms lighting. With two very prominent outer lips, her inner curtains were completely concealed from sight leaving only a deep cleft in between her mound.
Swallowing back a whimper of arousal, my eyes flashed to her gel covered hand as it moved closer and closer to her sex.
Staring at the empty plain of her pubic area, Monique's hand moved in small circles covering the expanse in a fine layer of creamy foam. After her lower tummy was completely covered, I watched fascinated as her hands moved lower to in between her legs and onto her center.
With small, delicate movements Monique used two fingers to spread a generous amount of the foam equally between the lips of her softness. Finished, Monique pulled her hand away and rinsed it in the shower's spray, before reaching up and retrieving her bladed tool.
As Monique began cutting away at the hair of her sex, I stared from my spot, a look of fascination clear on my features. Yet again my decision to stay behind has awarded me a rare sight, never thought to be seen before.
It was interesting. Even in all my years of knowing Kim, I've never once seen her shave anything on her body. Not that I really wanted to, but still, it was exciting to be able to see something no one else did. Shaving, especially for girls, was kind of a private activity; most of the time it seems like they don't even want people to know that they did it. And yet here I was with a front row seat observing a girl shave easily the most hidden, and treasured area of her body.
Flashing up to her face, I grinned at her even if she couldn't see me. Her expression was so hard, so focused. It was as if missing even a single strand would be the end of the world. It was weird… In fact, as I thought about it everything about her seemed weird today. And while I'm not saying I know her well enough to really judge her behavior, I at least like to think I can recognize when a person is being extraordinarily strange. And Monique defiantly seemed to fit into this category. But… what it could it be? Unsure, I turned to Monique for answers.
With the razor precariously angles against the plump flesh of her mound, as Monique pulled the tool up she seemed to have finished the last of her hair removal. "There we go," she mumbled to herself, a satisfied grin on her face.
Rubbing her hands into the soft skin of her pubic area, I watched as Monique seemed to double check for anything missed. Slowly her finger tips racked against her skin, searching for what I knew wouldn't be there. But as it were, she seemed anxious in her search as if she needed it to be perfectly bald. Were all girls like this?
"Hmm," Monique suddenly hummed. Looking at her, it seemed like her hand was lingering more and more between her legs as it stroked up and down seeming to no longer interested in searching for stubble.
Letting out a small sigh from her lips, Monique leaned her head back against the wall and seemed to lose herself in her small, lazy strokes up and down the petals of her core. Finally, as her finger centered on the tip of her lower lips she seemed to jump as if electrocuted and looked around the room in alarm.
"Come on girl, calm down. Save that energy for later, for when you might need it." Talking to herself, Monique shook her head as if hoping to free herself from her lustful thoughts. Unfortunately, as her hand crept back down the expanse of her stomach and between her legs, her resolve proved weaker than she had planned.
Scrunching up her eye brows in anxiety, Monique seemed to torture herself as she fought the urge to touch herself. Unsuccessfully might I add.
From my position I watched oblivious to what could have caused her to become so worked up, but was grateful nonetheless.
Casting a glance at the door, I knew she was thinking about Kim, debating whether she could get away with it without alerting her friend. And as Monique looked down at her hand; still lazily stroking the sensitive skin of her flesh a look on indecision crossed her features. She wanted to, I could see it in her eyes, but would she? I held my breath in hope.
"Maybe… maybe just to calm my nerves," she muttered under her breath. And taking biting her bottom lip in tension, I watched with amazement as her lazy strokes increased into heavy and long passes, sliding up and down, pressing into her mound. "Just for a little bit," she sighed.
Casting another glance at the door, Monique surprised me as she pulled herself up from the rim of the tub only to settle into back into it.
Placing her back against the backside of the tub, the young teen slipped down the sleek surface until the back of her head rested perfectly against over the space where the tubs rim met the wall. Then, reaching high above her, she revealed a long spongy loofa that she then stuffed behind her head acting as a sort of pillow.
I couldn't help but notice how routine this move seemed.
In perfect position I watched as like the gates to paradise, Monique opened her legs yet again, hooking her calf over the rim of the tub. With an expression that could only be described as pure anticipation, Monique hands began to move slowly and sensuously across her body. From her neck and over her breasts, the dark skinned teen seemed set on enjoying herself as she lovingly caressed her own body under the warm spray of the shower. Finally, as she slipped a single hand past her belly button, Monique's lungs gasped in a single short breath as the tips of her fingers met the outer flesh of her core.
As Monique's finger began to slip up and down, in between the lips of her sex, I could feel my body creeping closer to the side of the tube, staring in utter disbelief. Due to the warm temperature swirling in my cheeks, I knew without even looking that my face was heavy with embarrassment. But even still, I couldn't deny the small but growing smile on my face as the excitement of the room continued to grow. She was beautiful before but looking at her like was crazy.
As another small gasp left her lips, I felt a small bead a sweat fell from forehead. In the warm humidity of the room, my heart was pounding against my rib cage like a jack hammer. My lungs seemed to be losing oxygen no matter how much a tried to breath into them. It felt like I was on fire. I wanted- no, needed to touch her. Like an all-consuming tidal wave my mind was awash with lust. She looked so… soft.
Shaking my head I knew that it was impossible. But that didn't stop my fingers from twitching at my sides. In my pants my member was firm and at attention, begging for release. But what was I supposed to do?
As time continued to grow Monique's small delicate movements began to speed up, slowly increasing her pace as her finger in and out from the crevice of her sex. With her head back, her eyes remained closed, locked in whatever fantasy her mind had concocted. Every now and then I listened as a small, content sigh would slip past her grinning lips. And as her free hand slipped up to her chest, I watched as she took a dark nipple between her fingers, biting her lip as she pinched and rolled the nub between her fingers.
As I stared down at the dripping woman, I watched entranced gazing as her wet body glistened in the falling spray the shower head. Without even realizing, my idle hands pressed into my ridged member, rubbing it through the material of my pants. It wasn't until a surge of pleasure shot up my spine that realized what I had done.
Taking my hands away, I stood for a moment frozen in thought. While it was true that at this moment I wasn't able to touch her, that didn't mean I couldn't find release in my own hands. As this thought passed my mind I couldn't help but feel a sense of negativity. While it wasn't like I could say I'd never taken matters into my own hands, so to speak, it was something I generally tried to avoid if I could help it. But as Monique's hands were fast at work slipping up and down her own sleek sex I couldn't help but feel reassured. Besides, why should she get to have all the fun?
With quick urgency I pulled the zipper open and freed my member from the stifling confines of my pants. As the stiff flesh sprang free, I couldn't hold back my sigh of relief. Then, returning my attention back to Monique I gently gripped the throbbing member and watched her hands and body writhe as I began to gently stroke it.
Getting truly worked up, Monique's hands were like pistons as they slicked up and down her glimmering sex. With each pass of her hands I could hear her wetness as it slicked against her hand. Up and down her breast rose and fell with gasping breath as the young teen fought to maintain her body's oxygen.
Focusing on her entirety, I watched as her features crumpled with pleasure as the tips of her fingers pulled out from between her lips and began to circle the they top of her crease, focusing on the small bundle of nerves. Holding her breath, the teen seemed utterly entranced in this one single act. Holding this position the teens hips continued to buck, writhing against her fingers desperate for friction. Unfortunately, as her body called for air she was forced to release her shuttering breath, falling boneless back into the tub and gasping for breath.
As Monique caught her breath, lazily running her fingers up and down her crease my own hand pumped with urgency. With each pass of my hand a jolt of pleasure races up my spine and directly to my brain. This brings me already very close to the edge. After spending so much time being forced to simply watch as a beautiful young women practically danced in front of me naked, I was nearing my end long before my hand had touched myself. But to preserve this pleasure, I relented and forced myself to go slow. This was a time I wanted to savor.
As Monique's stamina began to slowly build back up, I watched with eager anticipation as her lazy strokes once again began to build with urgency. With each pass of her hands, her features continued to crinkle, grimacing in the undeniable pleasure that only oneself knew how to deliver. Proof of this pleasure was Monique's voice as she whimpered and mewed in delight.
Like a beautiful orchestra of lust, I listened as all her noises began to intermix swirling a magical array of lust and need. The wet sound of her hand slipping and sliding on her sex, her tone of voice as it cried in pleasure, her breathy gasps, begging for the oxygen necessary to carry her to her eventual release, everything and more resonated around me, diluted by the constant roar of the showers spray as it rained upon her body, giving it an alluring luster.
As her cries of pleasure resonated around me, a certain voice in them peaked my interest. Hidden deep with her breathy moan I couldn't help but think I'd heard a word. With insatiable curiosity I couldn't help it as leaned closer to hear what she was saying. Over and over, her voice seemed to speak this mysterious word almost as if it were a prayer. It was desperate, seeking, as if it were the only key to her oh-so needed release.
"Kim!"
Like I'd just been slapped I stared down at the writhing woman and simply stood in utter disbelief. Checking my ears, I knew without a doubt I'd just heard Monique call out the name of our best friend. Our very female best friend. Even now as I watched her, her panting breath repeated the red heads name over and over revealing her part as the star of the dark skinned teen's fantasy.
Monique was in love with Kim…
Slowly but surely the strange moments of the night began to piece together. The way she had tried to talk Kim out of getting together with me, her nervous attitude when she had entered the bathroom, the carful borderline obsessive attitude she had enforced in her cleaning… and especially the sudden bout of arousal. Monique was in love with Kim, and she was going to come out of the closet and reveal her affection to Kim.
Looking at Monique I never would have guessed she was into girls. Then again, I guess that's not really something you can just guess by looking. But still sitting with her at lunch she and Kim just love to talk about all the 'hotties' and other guy related topics. Could that have all just been a front? Come to think of it, as much as she's talked about boys I don't think I've ever actually seen her with a boyfriend.
"Kim, Kim, Kim, Kimmmm," panting our friends name, Monique's moans of pleasure broke me free from my thoughts and brought me back to the present. When it came down to it, it didn't matter what her sexual preference was. Right now and right here Monique was buck naked and dripping wet mewling in pleasure not even three feet away. And gripping my member with a firm hold I knew had other priorities to deal with.
Abandoning her wobbling breasts, Monique's free hand had joined her other between her legs forming a double assault. While her right hand busied itself by staying focused on her the top of her slit, her left was pumping dexterously in and out of her cavern in deep speedy thrusts. As her hips squirmed and humped helplessly into her own grip, her full breasts had become squished between her arms forcing the soft skin together and highlighting there size. At this point her breathing came in hushed gasps, no longer enough to even be able to continue to chant her imaginary lover's name.
In kind my own hand was moving with a strong urgency as the both of our ends seemed to be nearing. Deep inside my body I could feel my end stirring, racing to escape my body and enter the world. And my brain was more than happy to accommodate as it forced my motor skills to enter overdrive, set on ending my pain. Finally, as Monique's body began to spasm in the bottom of the tub I let my own release explode from my body.
Twitching on the bottom of the tub, Monique's orgasm seemed to force every muscle in her body to seize in a convulsion of taught muscle. In her cavern two fingers stayed buried knuckle deep in her warmth. Her dark brown nipples, two shades darker than the rest of her skin tone remained tightly puckered, harder than diamonds as her pleasure raced throughout her body. And her face was a mask of frozen ecstasy, gaping in breathless pleasure. Magically, miraculously, the dark skinned teen was able to remain in complete silence thought out her whole ordeal, not so much as a breath allowed to slip past her lips. And it was because of this unbreakable, unwavering focus that my own release was able slip completely unnoticed.
Pumping my enclosed fist against my staff my release flew from my body like an explosion. Leading up to this moment my thoughts on my release didn't account for the actual substance of the climax or where in would land. Therefor as I stood watching over Monique as she finished herself off, my eyes went wide with surprise as my essence flew from my body only to land directly on the tip of her right breast. In a surge a pleasure a second jet of white soon followed the first landing on her belly button and lower belly.
As much as I wanted to divert the spray of my essence, I couldn't deny my bodies pleasure as I expelled myself over the young woman's body. It was arousing. To see myself, my essence fly from my body and land on her quivering body. The contrast between my milky goo and her dark African skin only made the experience that much better. And so, diluted by the red cloud of pleasure of my release I was unable to stop myself as I aimed the head of my member and fired a third blast of myself towards her.
With each blast less and less power and substance was able to fly from the tip of my staff. But this being my first release in three days of nothing but stress, it wasn't until the sixth load that if found my high coming to an end.
As my breathing came in long, tired gasps, I knew if not for the sound of the shower's spray my position would have been exposed. But even more than that, I knew I had much worse evidence of my presence. All over Monique my white residue coated her body. My first and third volley had landed almost exclusively on her breasts, leaving a particularly large dose of myself. On her stomach three different explosions had left multiple lines of white to streak against the tight plane. And worst yet, my last and weakest release had managed to fly all the way to her cheek leaving very small but very noticeable beads of sticky white goo.
Backing away from the tub my eyes were wide with fear. Without the distraction of a climax the repercussions of my actions were very real in the front of my mind. I didn't know what to do, the damage was done, that was it…
As Monique's twitching quivering body came to an end, I watched in terror as her eyes slowly opened to a soft, content expression. For a moment she just seemed to lie there in the showers spray and revel in the afterglow of a great orgasm. Finally, the moment I had been dreading, the young teen cast her chocolate brown eyes down and looked at the quivering mass of her body.
Closing my eyes I braced myself for the eventual burst of outrage and confusion. But… it never came.
Cautiously opening my eyes I turned back to Monique and stared in amazed confusion at what I saw. Instead of the confused fury I had been expecting, Monique's expression was of the upmost peaceful, not a care in the world. Looking down at her body, a flash of understanding appearing in my head.
Still under the spray of the shower head, the worst of my mess had been carried away in the water while she had been recuperating. While not all of it was gone, it was enough to disguise the evidence from what it was.
As Monique once again opened her eyes, they appeared a bit more in focus than last time. And so, nervously curious as to how she would understand the new white substance on her body, I watched on.
As her eyes focused on my white goo that had landed on her breasted, a look of troubled confusion flashed across her features. But then, as if she were too tired to think about she visibly shrugged her shoulders, disregarding it completely. She then proceeded to remove her hand from between her legs and rub the offending substance directly into her skin.
My eyes going wide I watched her scrubbing hand in disbelief. Where ever the goo had landed, Monique, mistaking it for her soap, rubbed it into her skin without so much as a second thought. With her head still resting against the back of the tube, as she rubbed myself into her skin her eyes were unfocused and empty as her empty headed smile remained plastered across her face.
Starting with her breasts she rubbed and squeezed the goo across them, no doubt enjoying the after effects of her orgasms on her breasts more than the actual cleaning. Then, having finished with her twin mounds she moved on to her stomach and thoughtlessly applied the cream to that area as well.
As I watched her do this, I couldn't deny the perverse twinge of arousal already causing my staff to stir back to life. Seeing her rub my cream into her skin like some sort rich shampoo was indescribable. I was once again forced to contemplate what she would think if she knew what she was doing…
After the cream on her stomach was finished, Monique allowed her arm to lazily flop down to her side as she simply sat in the spray of the shower head. After a few minutes of this her eyes sprang open clear and lucid. Letting out a long sigh, she cast her gaze to the door and appeared anxious. "Come on girl, you can't keep putting it off," she muttered to herself, eyes locked remaining locked on the door.
Standing up and exiting the tub she immediately reached for her towel and began to dry herself off. Watching her body move and sway as she did this was enjoyable, but unfortunately I had other, more pressing matters to deal with at that moment.
Zipping up my fly my mind was racing with tonight events. Unconsciously, my hand rubbed the belt of metal around my waist. Coming here my only goal had been to use this belt for good, and learn what I could do to mend Kim and mine's friendship. But how could it have turned in such a direction…?
The way I'd caved in, how easy it had been to listen to that dark voice in the back of my mind, it was a little scary. But it was thanks to that voice that I was able to see, and experience something incredible. But now that I have listened to it, I can't help but feel I've been listening to it all along. With Kim and Ann, both times I had been compelled, hypnotized almost as without even realizing it was happening I took full advantage of the situation. And what's even worse, where I should feel remorse, where I should feel guilt, where I should feel… anything… there was just this satisfaction. Like a purring animal sated after a large meal.
And I think I was starting to like it…
Turning my attention back to Monique I looked just in time to see her finish drying out her hair, returning it to the frizzy mess I've come so used to seeing. As she let the soiled garment fall to her feet, the teen suddenly began to look around the room, a worried look clear on her face. "don't tell me I forgot to grab…" muttering to herself once again Monique seemed distraught as she looked around the room, desperately searching for something.
Casting a glance at her towel, I stared as Monique seemed to blush even underneath her dark complexion.
With a huff of distress Monique grabbed her towel from the floor and gingerly wrapped it securely around her bust and under her arms. With a look of hesitation she stared at the door, before finally unlocking it and twisting the nob.
"Hey, Kim?" Monique's voice called out for her friend. "Listen, I kinda' forgot to grab a change of clothes. Could you grab me something from my closet?" finishing her request both of us waited in silence for our redheaded companion to respond. Strangely, she never did. "Kim?" Monique called out once more. Receiving no answer yet again, she bit her lip in worry before slowly pushing the door open.
Following close behind I looked over Monique's shoulder and felt myself smile. Still on the bed, Kim seemed to have fallen asleep waiting for her friend to return. Curled up around a pillow, her red main of hair spilled around her adorably cute sleeping face. Next to me, Monique seemed to find the image just as appealing as she stood frozen in place, a large and sappy smile gracing her lips. "oh, Kim," she sighed longingly.
Carefully, Monique made her way over to the sleeping redhead, silent as to avoid waking her. Reaching the bed side, she gingerly lowered herself onto the mattress, sitting herself inches away from the slumbering Kim. On her face Monique stared down at Kim with an expression of pure and unadulterated awe.
From the bathroom I watched the pair as Monique daringly lifted her hand and brushed a stray lock of hair free from Kim's face. "Hey Kim," she whispered sadly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting so long." Continuing to sleep, Kim remained unaware of her friend's words or the touch of her hand as she continued to brush them against the soft skin of her cheek.
Learning what I had about Monique, I couldn't but feel a form of kinship with the love struck teen. After all, who knows better than me what's it's like to love Kim and at the same time know that you'll never get that chance to be with her. And it's in that way, that I feel for her. But at the same time, for this first time in my life it looks there could actually be a chance for me and Kim to get together… and I can't let Monique ruin that.
As much as I want to let her have her chance, out of fellow ship, it's too much of a risk. Kim's already a little unhinged with everything that's happened. Her best female friend revealing harbored lesbian feelings for her could completely mess with Kim's head. If I didn't interrupt, I knew Kim would wake up soon and then Monique would be helpless to reveal her true feelings for her. I knew what I had to do.
Reaching into my left pocket I wrapped my fingers around the cylindrical devise and pulled it free. As I stared down at it, I couldn't help but feel my nerves shake. I'd never shot anyone with a laser before, intentionally anyways. For whatever reason holding the sleep pen in my hands felt like holding a real weapon. I knew I couldn't really hurt her, but still.
As I took aim I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. My palms were already starting to dampen with sweat. It was a simple shot, couldn't even be more than twelve feet away, and yet as I held the pen at eye level I could feel my vision blur with anxiety. Closing my eyes, I braced myself clenching every muscle in my body. Then, clicking the top of the blinking cylinder, my eyes snapped open just in time to see the other end open and release a blast of bright, purple light.
Faster than I could blink the beam was across the room, landing a direct hit straight into Monique's chest. then, after becoming enveloped in an purple aura, Monique's loving expression became empty and hollow right before finally collapsing unconscious safely onto the bed.
Releasing a breath I didn't even know I was holding my hands continued to shake uncontrollably as I marveled at what I had just done. With a quick glance to my left I gave a sigh of relief as even she remained asleep even through the small tremors Monique's fall had created on the bed.
Daring myself to step closer as I neared the bed I couldn't help but stare at Monique's sleeping face. Completely out cold, she hadn't even seen it coming. She had no idea I was even there. In every sense of the word she had been completely blindsided.
Turning my head away from the sleeping girl my conscious continued to remain silent. I'd done this for Kim. I've done everything for Kim. It seemed my entire life revolved around her. So this, this was nothing. If Monique had taken her chance when she could, maybe she would have gotten her chance. But she stalled, and for once Ron Stoppable was the winner.
Glancing at Kim, my heart still pounded at the thought of us, finally being together. It wasn't a sure thing, I gravely noted. She was still unsure after all, but I can only hope that given time she'll chose me the same way I've always chosen her.
Looking around the room, I gave a loud sigh of exhaustion hoping to shake the sudden weight from shoulders. On my face I pasted a wide smile and forced a bit of the good old Ron-shine back into my spirit. Without much to do all that was really left was for me to leave. Nodding my head brushed myself off and began to head for the door.
As I near the room's door way, I stopped, frozen in my tracks. As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn't help this… nagging, sinking feeling the pit of my stomach. Leaving things like are just seemed to be too much. Kim liking me, it was like every birthday, Hanukah and every other holiday rolled into one. Just leaving it as it is and crossing my fingers was ridiculous. If I could just… persuade her or help her see me as a boyfriend in some way, anything that might help my chances. But… how?
Then, as I stood frozen in the room's archway a small, idea conglomerated in the back of my mind. She… she'd said her dreams; her dreams of me and her were the reason she even started to see me as… more. So, what if I just… helped her dream…?
Deep in my pocket I gripped the Narcolepter in a tight, white knuckled hold.
It was devious, manipulative, and maybe even a little bit wicked, but what did I have to lose? If it didn't work, at least I still got to have one last night with Kim. And if it did work… then I'd get to spend the rest of my life making her as happy as I could possibly manage.
Pulling out the sleep pen, I found myself once again taking aim but this time at my best friend. Amazingly, as I stared down the imaginary sights, I found the nervousness and anxiety from before virtually erased. I was calm. I was eager. I was excited.
I pushed the trigger.
Just as before, like a bolt of lightning, the tip of the devise opened to expel a quick blast of purple energy aimed perfectly at my already sleeping friend. As sound a sleeper as she was before, with this not even an earthquake would wake her up.
Walking over to the two sleep educed women I watched as my heart continued to do back flips all around the inside of my chest cavity. Just as the first time this had happened a nervous excitement unlike any other in world rushed through my system. Every nerve in my system was hyper alert, every smell every sensation, every sound, all of it rushed through my head faster than I could comprehend.
As I stood at the foot of the bed I gave my unconscious friend and nervous, but excited smile. The small blast from my pen had done virtually nothing to change her. It was almost as if it never even happened. As she rested on her side, her chest rose and fell in a deep soothing tempo. Taking a moment to enjoy this sound, as I looked back down my hands slowly rose from my sides.
Rolling her onto her back I stared at her clothing knowing it wouldn't be there for much longer. Dressed in her blue pastel blouse, my hands were already itching to pop each of those buttons one by one. Her jeans on the other hand, I knew were going to be a bit more trouble, as they looked to be tightly warn, molded along her curves. Tantalizing in any other situation at the moment I could only see myself trying to wrestle them off her.
Taking my hand from her shoulder I slowly traced along her neckline raising it all the way up to her cheek. Stopping there, I nervously palmed the smooth surface and lovingly rubbed my thumb gently across her features. As I stared into her sleeping face, my heart pounded with emotion. Looking at her closed eyes her long, delicate eye lashes fanned down across her cheeks. With the gentle intake of air her warm, pink lips remained parted ever so slightly. Her skin was looking flushed, bleeding red into her usually pale flesh. She was beautiful. Taking my hand caressed her face fully, stroking her from the top of her head to the length of her chin. And then I kissed her.
Taking her lips as my own for the second time in my life, I leaned over the bed carful to balance myself and gently pressed my lips deeply against her own. They were as soft as I remembered, perfectly molding against my own. In my mouth I could still feel her breath invading and spreading across my taste buds.
Tilting my head I moved to a more comfortable position slowly moving my lips against hers as I remembered doing with her mother all those days ago. It was different of course, as Kim's lips remained still unable to return my affection, but all the same her lips tasted no less sweet. As passionate as her mother had kissed me, this was a tenderer kiss, a slower kiss. One that only grew in emotion as time continued to go on. I had eight hours before the effects of the lasers wore off. And I intended to use each an ever one of them to the fullest of my abilities.
Placing my hand underneath the crock of her neck as I lifted her into the kiss I pushed my tongue out from my lips and took my first real taste of her beautiful lips. As this happened, my other hand slowly but surely rose from my side and traced the smooth texture of her blouse. And as my eager finger tips grazed the up the path of her rib cage, my anticipation could last no longer as I pushed my tongue deep into the cavern of her unsuspecting mouth.
Deep inside my friend's mouth, my heart thundered in my chest as the taste of her entered my brain. With my tongue, I slowly brushed the appendage against Kim's, licking and tasting her as my mouth continued to move against her lips.
At this point I was now fully on the bed, loosely straddling Kim as I hovered over her body careful not to crush her under my weight. Her mouth was warm and wet against the intruding member of my tongue. She tasted of nothing other than herself as her saliva mixed with my own. Occasionally Kim would release a grunt or a sigh as she her featured tensed against my own. But for the most part she remained still, sleeping soundly as I continued to invade her lips.
Breathing away my breath was quick as it rushed in and out of my lungs. Down below, Kim's face lips were parted wide and glistened with our mixed saliva. On her cheeks deep red swirled beneath surface. And her breath, before so calm and soothing now matched my own as it panted for oxygen.
As whipped the left over saliva free from my mouth I repeated the action on Kim carefully whipping the liquid away with the pad of my thumb. Looking between our bodies, I wiggled my fingers as I spotted them still frozen on the underside of her ribcage.
Moving my hands I enjoyed the soft warmth of her body as I caressed it through the material of her blouse. With an eager smile, my hands were quick as they hounded in on her small, but perky breasts.
Sliding up from her rib cage I sighed in happiness as the spongy flesh fell underneath my grouping hands. My finger drew in their unique warmth like sponges. They were so soft, even through two different barriers of clothing I could feel there wonderment. I couldn't wait to feel the real thing.
As I took a moment to satisfy my own joyful excitement I took my time pleasuring myself with Kim's chest as I continued to pull and play with her through the material of shirt and bra. Finally, after a few moments of this came to pass I found my attention being focused on the small cream colored button enclosed at the top of her collar.
Cast a quick nervous glance to Kim's face, I watched her sleeping and smiled. A small crinkle had formed in the center of her brow most likely due to her breasts over sensitivity. Soon that same would be crumples whimpering and moaning as I gave her pleasure, only for her to wake up none the wiser. My member twitched with excitement.
Moving my hands to the button my eyes watched unblinking, unwilling to miss even a single moment. Pinching the plastic disk between my fingers a look of frustration marred my featured as it refused to go through the button hole. Finally, just as I was about to tear the stupid hindrance off, I sighed happily as it popped free.
With one button now free from its hold Kim's collar flapped open revealing the angle of her delicate collar bone. Taking this new skin in, I wanted to savor each and every inch of her body, just as she deserved. Kim's body was like a work of art to me. Anything less would be a crime.
Next I moved on to the second button, and without any problems this managed to pop it open. I did this again and again moving downwards and releasing each button until all were finally released and free.
With nervous hands my eyes were wide, eager to see the view that I would soon behold. Pinched the opposing fabrics of her blouse between my fingers my breath halted in my throat as pushed them aside. And finally, as I placed the material on top of her arms I was forced to lean back and appreciate what I had so tenderly unwrapped.
Aside from a small A-cub bra hugging the swell of her chest Kim's torso now stared back at me completely pare. Her smooth, almost pure white skin swirled beneath me tantalizing and seductive without even being aware. In the middle of her stomach I stared down at her cute little bellybutton, the only feature on her otherwise perfectly flat and toned
With my finger I couldn't help myself as I traced around the sensitive indentation circling around it and enjoying its soft flesh. From there I expanded my fingers placing all of them on her skin to feel as much of her as I could. As my fingers ran up and down her skin I looked up at her sleeping face to see a small smile curling at the corners of her pert red lips. Was she dreaming of me already? Not willing to disregard this possibility, I smiled as my pulled my face into her stomach.
Sweeter than the cheesiest naco, as I worked my lips against her toned flesh my mouth watered with her taste. Starting on her lower stomach my lips met the waist band of her jeans pulled taught around her teenage hips. From there I moved slowly up wards, pressing my lips against the hard surface of her well-toned, but not overly so, abs. as this progress continued I eventually found my lips centered over the indentation I had so lovingly caressed and couldn't help myself as the tip of my tongue darted out and tasted the small bulb of her outie bellybutton.
Pressing the fullness of my face into her stomach, I couldn't help myself as I caressed it's surface, loving rubbing my face into its warmth and reveling in its soft, firm texture. She was amazing.
I took my time as I tasted her skin, savoring it and enjoying it as much as I pleased. She had showered, I noticed. On her skin I could taste and smell the floral soap of her favorite shampoo. In my head it swirled, consuming me in its aroma. My brain recognized that this was the smell of Kim, and as my lungs pulled its heated sweetness into my system I found myself becoming light headed,
In my wake a small trail of saliva glistened where ever my lips would go. Eventually in my progress this line was forced to stop as my head pressed against the swollen mounds of Kim's chest.
Lifting my head from skin my lips were once again wet with my own saliva. In a quick flash of arousal I swallowed my access spit and stared down at her exposed underwear. It was simple, just a blue fabric bra with no flashy designs or alluring patterns, but to me as I stared at it, it still forced my member to throb readily in my pants.
Fit snuggly against her mounds, Kim's choice of a small sized cup worked to my advantage as the soft material strained in its duty to hold her flesh in place. Hidden underneath a small nub broke across the surface immediately alerting me to its location. I smiled.
Recalling how much fun I had had with those nubs that night oh so long ago I couldn't help it as pleasure raced through my veins.
Putting the pads of my thumbs over the two nubs the rest of my fingers curled around the petit frame of her rib cage. Gently, I pressed the two appendages against the nubs, feeling it as they sunk into her breasts pliable tissue. It was like this that I worked her sensitive peak, rolling my thumps in small circles and waiting for what the affect to take place.
It appeared I didn't have to wait long as in no time the softness of her nipples soon flushed and became small hard pebbles, scrapping against the underside of my thumbs. Seeing this, I couldn't help but marvel at how hard they became, yet at the same time remained amazingly soft.
Moving my fingers up from her sides I pinched the pert tips in a gentle hold and looked up to her face as I rolled them ever so gently between my fingers.
Kim's face appeared troubled as it scrunched in dream laden emotion. It was clear at this point that even in her sleep she could feel everything that my hands did to her. What were we doing in this dream? I wondered. Was she dreaming us on a beach, happily loving each other on a bed of warm soft sand? Or could it be we were on a bed, much like the one we were on now. In any case I could only hope that it made her happy.
Smiling at her expressions and soft sighs of pleasure, I my heart leapt at the sudden need to kiss her. So leaning down, I kept my hands on her chest tweaking and rolling her taut nipples and pressed my lips against her own.
Once again feeling the warm embrace of Kim's lips, I savored the sensation of her moans and sighs and my fingers worked against her chest. Licking her lips a wave of warm breath cascaded from her nose and broke against the surface of my cheek. As the sensation of this reached my brain I couldn't help myself as a moan of my own vibrated from my mouth and into hers,
As my lips remained molded to Kim's I decided it was time to take it to the next level. With a dexterity that usually eludes me, I slipped my hands from her chest only to ply them underneath the surface of her bra and immediately reached my finger to her diamond peaks. Both of us seemed to appreciate the new level of contact as almost immediately I could feel Kim's back arch off the bed, pressing herself into my hands. Lasting only a moment, as her body relaxed normally back onto the couch I couldn't wipe the grin off my face even if I wanted to.
Breaking the kiss is stared down at her now exposed chest and groaned at the sheer allure of the image set before me. With her eyes straining shut Kim's body was alight with fire as warm blood continued to flood beneath the surface of her skin giving it a red, beaming complexion. With her lungs, Kim continued to pull in deep draughts of oxygen releasing her supply in small but audible squeaks and moans attuned to the actions of my fingers.
Overcome I pressed my face between the swell of her chest and forced myself to breathed in the scent of her skin. In my eyes she's always been beautiful never have I questioned this. But now as her skin flushed with her own arousal and lips glisten with mixture of our saliva and her face continues to contort in obvious pleasure, I can honestly say that she's more beautiful than ever before.
I loved seeing her like this. It was just so… exciting. The faster her breath, the louder her cries, all of it just made the entire experience even better. I wanted to see more. I wanted to see her pushed even more. Just like that first night, I want to see her pushed to the edge. Again… and again… and again.
Breaking away from her skin I pulled my hands away from her breast and stared at them unabashed. A million thoughts were running through my head, a million possibilities all better than the last. In my pants my member throbbed with need, aching for release from the hell of my pants. Unfortunately it, the need to press Kim was far greater than anything my own release could call for.
As I stared at Kim my mind was at a standstill as to how I wanted to proceed. With her shirt open and bra pushed above her chest, the next phase of the night was clearly to get her free from those pants, but as I continued to stare a flash of movement caught my eye.
Turning over to look at this distraction, my mind came to halt as I recognized Monique, still bent over the edge of the bed and fast asleep. Feeling a little silly, I realized that I had completely forgotten about her.
Taking a moment to observe the sleep black teen, I as my eyes took in her form it was a losing battle as I fought to ignore her evocative position. Dressed in only a towel, the absorbent material clung tight to her body accentuating her curvaceous body. Her upper body was perfectly laid out face down on the mattress with her arms high above her head. This left her lower body bent over the edge of the mattress with her knees on the grounds and her naked rear defenselessly exposed to the open air.
Without even realizing I had moved my hands were quick as the pulled at the edge of her towel, tearing it from her body. And as it finally came lose, my eyes were wide at the now complete naked female before me.
Staring at her naked dark colored skin, I found my eyes irrevocably locked on her exposed rear, tantalizing hanging in open air. In this position her full hips seemed to expand outward making her already large and full rear even more prominent. In the shower I'd spent more than a good amount of my time staring at her rear, but like this my member pressed against the sharp metal of pants stabbing me with small jolts of pain.
As I remained leaned over Kim, I couldn't help but imagine what Kim would look like stuck in such a position.
By the increased pressure in my pants, it was clear that the idea appealed to me very much. Knowing Kim for as long as I have, I've spent more than my fair share casting the occasional guilt ridden glance at her backside. And it was because of this I that I could say it was easily one of her best traits. While her chest might be small, Kim's constant exercise and adventurous life style conditioned had sculpted her rear to perfection. Her trim narrow waist that expanded to her budding teenage hips was a dream. Following the slop of the small of her back her rear swelled out amazingly shaping a beautiful curvy backside. One of Ann's favorite pet names for her daughter growing up had been bubble butt, a term Kim hated with a passion now that she was older, but looking at it know, I couldn't think of a more appropriate term.
From crawling behind her in ventilation shafts to watching her skirt sway and bob as in her cheerleading uniform, Kim's backside was a constant in my fantasies for as long as I've been through puberty. And so picturing having Kim's naked rear bent over and in the air like Monique, my heart pounded in my chest.
Turning back to Kim she remained sleeping oblivious to my devious thoughts. The reason I was here, the reason I was doing this was all so Kim's body could work up the sensations and imagery necessary to solidify her growing feelings for me. But who's to say I can't enjoy myself in the process?
Getting off the bed my mind was awhirl with scenarios for how I wanted to do this.
Putting my hands on the button of Kim's jeans, I struggled a bit with the strained material but managed to pop it open. Her zipper was much easier to handle. One quick motion and the metal teeth broke open revealing the covered flat plane of Kim's pubic area. Underneath her pants Kim had chosen to where what looked to be a pair of dark purple underwear.
Enjoying the glimpse of her panties I had stolen, as I attempted to pull on the fabric of her pants I found myself facing a small problem. Just as I expected the tight fit of Kim's pants were proving to be a real trouble. With a tight fist around the cuffs of the pants by her feet, I gave a small whine as I yanked to material with moderate strength. Unfortunately, whether it is due to her light weight or just technique it was Kim's whole body that ended up being pulled toward me.
Letting her legs go her knee now rested at the edge of her bed letting her feet fall naturally to the floor. Assessing the situation I stared at her pants and scratched my head in confusion. This had been so much easier when she had been in pajamas!
As I reached down to her hips I tried doing this from a different angle and attempted to ply them free from there. Unfortunately, as her front was unrestrained the material seemed to be pinned, caught on the swell of her rear.
Grabbing Kim by the shoulders, I could feel my heart pounding as I gently shifter her body, laying her face down on the bed. In this position it was easy for me to get the proper leverage and slip her pants over the curve of her bottom.
As I dug my fingers under the waist of her pants, my muscles strained as I pulled at them, wiggling and jerking them to the best of my ability. After a bit of this my heart jumped at the sight of her panty clad rear as the material of her pants slowly began to slide down her body. And with one final tug I gave a sigh of relief as the constricting garment came free, slipping down the smooth, paleness of her thighs only to become lodged at her thighs.
Stepping back I looked at Kim's pants pulled down to her knees and found myself figuring this to be good enough. Going even further, I couldn't help but feel it was slightly alluring in its own way. Besides, only a few inches higher and the thin material of her underwear was the only thing left to cover her sex. And that was where I really needed to focus.
Grabbing Kim by her legs once more, I intentionally pulled her light body over to the edge of the mattress and aligned her rear to be perfectly bent over its corner. As this was completed, I couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of their positing as I watched and saw both Monique's and Kim's backsides presented side by side, pointed in my direction only inches apart from each other.
Unable to stop myself, hands reached out in front of me and palmed each of their rears, caressing them in a gentle hold.
I'd meant to focus on Kim, but with Monique lying right there it was impossible for me to just ignore her. Technically at this moment I had not one, but two different women completely helpless and under my control.
Groping each of their cheeks, I compared Monique's bare bottom a Kim's covered one and found both to be more than adequate. In my left hand Kim's muscled, toned rear was firm in my hand but at the same time mouth wateringly soft. Even now her cheeks remained full and round, perfectly curved in a tight round bottom. And then in my right, Monique's softer, dark skinned cheeks sprang at my touch. Due to Monique's self-imposed workouts her backside was firm, though nowhere near Kim's level. In reality the young teens appeal came from the large size of her backside, yet still retaining a trim, curvaceous appearance. And to think that I had complete access to both of these women… my heart was pounding.
As I reluctantly withdrew my hand from supple softness that was Monique, I was returned my focus back to Kim, adamant on finishing what I started.
Bent over the way she was, Kim's crotch was completely exposed, forfeiting any and all protection the safety of her legs would usually provide.
Getting on my knees I lowered myself as to put my face directly behind her rear, only inches separating us. With my hands I placed my free hand on Kim's opposing cheek joining it next to its brother. Truly, in all my years of fantasizing, wondering how it would feel to hold her caress, her gentle curves, none of them did Kim justice not one bit.
Bringing my face even closer to her rear, pressed my hands into her cheeks, gently spreading them apart as I placed my thumb at the center of her core's crevasse. In this position I looked as Kim's puffy outer lips peeked out from the thin strip of purple cloth. With her center spread apart and defenseless, a shutter of arousal raced up my spine as my opposable digit pressed itself into her softness, dancing at the gate of her cavern.
Her sex was warm, burning at the pad of my fingers. Due to my earlier motions, her sex was up and alive. While only barely, I was able to notice her body's natural lubricant building in the tight depths of her womanhood leaving a small pea sized splotch at the center of her underwear.
Pressing my thumb even deeper into her core, just the mere presence of her arousal wasn't nearly enough. In my mind, I recalled the last time I had been with her, how wet her sex had become under my attention and I wanted that again. This warmth, this wetness, I knew that it was only the beginning. I wouldn't stop until her core was burning, dripping with her own arousal.
Without further ado, I braced myself as I slipped my fingers up the purple panties and carefully began to drag them down. Thankfully, this proved to be much easier than her pants had been.
Slowly, I forced myself to enjoy the moment as Kim's last obstacle was torn from her body. Inch by inch, I watched as the purple material slipped down, giving way to the pale, flawless cheeks of Kim's rear. Down the middle her crack split between her cheeks, merging into the buffy outer lips if her vagina. And finally, my hands drew her underwear completely down her hips falling to the bunched material of her jeans.
My nostrils flared at the unobscured scent of her mound as it now stood naked, inches from my nose. Just as before, all around her mound red fur clung to her puffy lips, ending just up to the beginning of her depths. With my finger, I traced this hair smiling to myself at its soft downy texture. I'm happy that she has still neglected to touch up this particular area. Seeing her bush so full so red, it was amazing. While most guys might be turned off by such a sight it made my member throb with need.
Gingerly, I reached out with my other hand and hooked my thumbs between the meaty mounds of her outer lips and spread them, staring deeply into her core unabashed. At this moment everything that was Kim was revealed to my hungry eyes. From the small bundle of nerves, hiding shyly under her deep red hood, to small, almost undistinguishable dimple where she used the bathroom. And finally, located at the very bottom of her crease, the opening of her deep, tight cavern stared back at me, beckoning me to plunge my member deep into its hold and revel in its slick tight warmth.
Sorry to disappoint but priorities came before pleasure. Before Ron Jr. is even getting close to springing free, I wanted Kim dripping and burning with need. If my plan was going to work she needed to feel amazing, and I wanted to enjoy every step of the way. I loved it when was able to see Kim's body burn under my touch. Whether she was aware of it or not, it is easily the most beautiful thing on this planet. and so while I knew planning myself deep inside her would feel amazing, it paled in comparison to seeing her body twist and writhe.
Keeping her lips firmly plied apart I marveled at the smell if her, pressing my nose close up too her crotch. I loved the smell of Kim's arousal. Ever since I had managed to fill Kim's bedroom with it I've been thinking of it constantly, hoping for another opportunity to experience it spender once more. Then again, it still didn't hold a candle to her taste.
As my tongue delved out from my lips it struck the hard, pink surface of her inner core and drew a long, slow lick all the way up to the opening of her cavern. In response, Kim's rear seemed to tense, seizing up in a clenched hold before relaxing. Repeating my move I felt it as Kim's body continued to react, clenching and tensing a part of her body with each swipe. And on my tongue I was rewarded for my efforts with a few drops of her honey dribbling out at the end of each swipe.
Up above I listened unable to watch as Kim voice began to slowly trickle out, whimpering and mewling with every taste. Spreading her lips even further, I pressed my face deep into her core digging my taste buds fast into her weeping crotch.
Letting out a pained groan, Kim's rest appeared fretful as her shoulders became ridged, arching at my touch. Down below her legs, still captured in the bundle of her own clothing, wiggled shifting on her knees again and again as her unconscious body fought to continue its pleasure. But it didn't have to worry. I was going to push it to its very end.
As Kim's faint groans and moans began to increase in frequency, the amount of her honey increased with it saturating my cheeks and dripping down the pale expanse of her thigh. For me this was all too good as I was more than happy to swallow all she was willing to give me. From her body I gorged myself on her liquid, drinking from it like it was the holy grail and savoring every drop.
Breaking away I took a much need breath, whipping my face free of Kim's juice. On her sex my fingers remained, pinning her flower wide open and allowing myself to watch as the rim of her cavern looked to convulse, winking at me as it tried in vain to pull the source of its pleasure back inside. Seeing this, my rode forced itself against my zipper.
Removing my finger from her blushing sex, I pressed my finger into her opening, feeling her inner walls as they pulled my digit deep into her core. In a fit of resistance, I slowly pulled my finger out thoroughly enjoying the friction as it scraped against the smooth texture of her channel.
Repeating this, I sawed my finger in and out of her hole, feeling her inner muscles as they seemed to try and strangle it in its warmth. After the feel of her muscles began to loosen a bit, I savored the moment before adding a second finger to delve into her snatch. With these two I serviced Kim, piercing her heavenly folds over and over again.
With my hands no longer occupied showcasing Kim's most private of places, my other hands was now free as it slipped higher in her cleft, silently looking for that bundle of nerves I knew would give Kim her final push. Unsuccessful in its location, I was about to give up until Kim let out a loud breath of air, right before grinding her butt into open air instinctively searching for my devious fingers.
Using my free hand I forced the four of my finger through her enclosed legs, placing the palm of my hand directly over the furry expanse of her pubic reign. With this my thumb was in perfect position as it gently sawed in and out of the top of the wedge between her legs.
Like a fire cracker set to go off, as my broad appendage rubbed against her dripping nub Kim's entire body looked to seize at my touch, her bottom rhythmically wiggling with each pass of my finger. In her hole, my hand dedicatedly continued to work her inner channel feeling her muscles as they began to clench and churn around my fingers, desperately wrapping themselves around the firm objects lodged within their confines.
Of her body that I could see, blood continued to swirl beneath the surface, making her body beam a deep bright red. All across its surface a fine sheen of sweat had accumulated, glimmering in the soft light of Monique's room. Kim was close. Both her body and her voice told me this. Just a little more and I knew I would be able to give Kim that last push she needed, that she craved.
Getting in close, my nose burned with the smell of her arousal as it literally saturated the room with its strong perfume. She might be a little embarrassed when she woke up, but right now I knew what she needed.
Pulling my now dripping fingers free from the ensnaring hold of Kim's channel the sound of her disgruntled whimper only lasted but a second as my lips once again found home pressed into her heavenly folds. Immediately my mouth was flooded with her copious fluid. A few inches lower, my working thumb was accompanied a second finger as it zeroed in on her delicate bud, clasping it in a gentle hold between the two appendages. And finally, giving it one solid tug Kim's world exploded.
Seizing in a tight spasm of pleasure and delight Kim's form became a mass of solid taught, twitching muscle as she attempted to ride out her long awaited orgasm. Down below I could see her knees as they struggled, fighting against the binding material of her jeans. Unlike Monique, Kim's orgasm was not held insilence as her gasping breath drew in deep lungful after lungful only to be released in a long, fretful fits of whimpers and sighs.
Allowing Kim to fully enjoy the length of her release my as she continued to writhe my tongue remained busy, lovingly caressing her fold in long, slow licks. This lasted the whole time until finally Kim's fire hot release cooled.
As the last of the quakes shook Kim's body I broke away letting out a long satisfied sigh. Up on the bed, Kim's back rose and fell with the rhythm of her breath as she panted, gasping through her parted lips and desperately trying to regain her strength. Standing up I placed a hand on her backside and felt as her hips continued to twitch in the aftershocks of her release.
Moving my hand I crawled over on top of the bed and stared down lovingly at her at her sleeping form. In her fitful release, Kim had turned her face to the side revealing her features and allowing for a much easier breath. Gently, I sighed as brought my hand to her face, still slick with the liquid of her own honey, and brushed aside the strands of red hair that hung in her face.
Before then I never thought it possible to see a person who was asleep look so tired. Twisting her neck, Kim's face turned out from under head allowing me to see her beautiful features. She looked exhausted. As her eyebrows arched together forming a small crinkle in her brow, sweat clung to her forehead dampening a few strands of hair and molding them to her face. Under her cheek, deep red color swirled, illuminating her flesh like a beaming beacon. With my finger I traced her damp, salty skin and placed the pad of my finger gently upon her clenched eye lids.
What was happening beneath these slumbering lids, I wondered? What were they seeing? Was I in her dreams? Placing a gentle kiss upon her brow I sighed. As much as I would love to keep watching her sleep, the titanium hard staff in my pants was beginning to physically hurt in its need for release. Besides, if all goes according to plan, then next time Kim will be able to enjoy this moment with me.
I smiled at the thought.
Getting off the bed a stood behind Kim and frowned. The way she was now had been perfect for what I had done, but for what I was about to do, I needed to make a small adjustment to her positioning.
Looking around the room I looked for anything that I could use. Catching sight of Monique's many, many pillows I grinned happily.
In a quick, efficient order I pulled Kim up onto the bed far enough that her legs stood straight off the edge. Then reaching for one of Monique's pillows, I lifted Kim's bird like form and stuffed the sleeping aid directly under her pelvis. I repeated this act two more times. And as the last pillow fell into place I let Kim's body fall back down and felt my crotch throb at the sigh.
Face down on the bed Kim's body had been manipulated perfectly to suit my current needs. With three pillows stuffed under her belly, the red head's hips were forced high off the bed, dangling her rear tantalizingly into the air as the rest of her laid flat on the bed. This forced her back to arch to the extreme as the small of her back was bent curving upward and placing her rear at the peak. Falling down the other end of this hill, her thighs remained bound together, resting on the sides of the pillows.
With carful, nervous hands I reached out placing the pals of my hand directly on her cheek and pulling myself onto the bed. Reaching down my hands were quick as they threw the inviso-belt to the side, yanking my trousers down in a matter of seconds. And as my member sprang free, I couldn't hold back my long, audible sigh of relief to finally be free.
Grasping my member with my hand, my heart throbbed excitedly in my chest. The way I had positioned Kim, and the way I positioned myself, the head of my member need only move a few inches to become enwrapped in Kim's warm embrace. Savoring this moment, I sighed as the warm heat of her core wafted against my member.
Placing my free hand on her hip, I steadied myself as I leaned forward, pushing my member to swallow those last few inches of space.
As the head of my member met with the soft, spongy flesh of Kim's outer lips a shiver of delight raced up my spine. Encouraged by this pleasure, once the head of my staff was fully lodged in her opening, I moved my hand to the other side of her hip and pushed myself to enter her warm womanhood.
Inch by inch, my eyes remained closed as I focused my entire being on the sensation of her tight, warm cavern. It was even better than I remembered it. Due to the amount of liquid arousal still frothing in the aftermath of her orgasm, my member slipped in without trouble even with the vise like grip of her inner walls threatening to engulf my member and never let go.
I could feel her muscles as they were pushed aside, forced to make way for my intruding member. All around me they twitched, still sensitive from her earlier release in a dazzling display of delight. Gritting my teeth, my breath left me in a gasp as I forced myself to push through.
I grasped at her trim waist and used it as a handle, holding her still as my member plunged into her deep depths. And as the front of my stomach met the cushiony flesh of her backside I trembled with pleasure.
I was so much… deeper than before. In this position I could feel my member reaching even deeper into her depths. In fact, as I pressed myself against her backside, my eyes flashed open I surprise as the end of her channel kissed the very tip of my quivering staff.
I wanted to take a moment to rest, to give Kim's body a chance to adjust to my throbbing member, but as her molted core radiated heat through my member I found my hips moving all on their own as I began to pull myself from her center. Reaching only about half way, I gasped as my hips surged forward, once again sheathing myself in her body. As I did this a hailstorm of electricity raced up my spine, urging me to repeat this again and again. well who was I to disappoint…
Despite having already cum once today, due to my early activates and the beautiful girl beneath me I could feel my essence boiling in my body, ready to fire at a moment notice. The throbbing of my member begged me to let it have its release. It urged me as I plunged myself in a painstakingly slow pace in and out of Kim's core. But I wouldn't give in. I would savor Kim's supple flesh until the very last moment. She deserved nothing less.
Up above, Kim looked to have stirred from her post orgasm bliss as she once again began responding to my straining rod. Like a small kitten, her pated lips mewled in soft pleasure. With each thrust of my hips her face crumpled, feeling it in her core only to relax and wait for my next deposit. At her sides her arms rested, face up and useless as her finger looked to be moving, desperate to grasp something to cement her swirling passion.
Pressing the tip of my nob hard against the end of her channel, I listened and jumped as a look of discomfort flashed across her features. Repeating this, Kim's subtle pained expression once again flashed across her face.
As my hips continued to move back and forth sawing member through her core, I cast my gaze downward and looked to see our connection. It was an amazing sight, watching the shaft of my member pushed and pulled, disappearing over and over again into the warm wetness of her core. Leaning back I stared even more, entranced as her opening swallowed me, urging me to stay inside. With every push, the swollen lips of her sex seemed to follow my member converging around its circumference and collapsing into itself. With every pull, the rim of her opening clung to my shaft, creating an airtight seal that pulled a wrinkle of her bright pink walls out with me only to be repeated, over and over.
Repositioning my hands of her curves, as my hand pulled apart Kim's pale taut backside, my head coked at the sight of her small, dark rosebud staring right back at me.
I could feel a wave of heat flushing my face. Casting a nervous glance towards Kim's sleeping face I gave a hard swallow before sliding my other hand from her hip and fully spreading Kim's cheeks apart.
Displayed widely, the crevice of Kim's backside was plied open allowing me to stare unabashed at her back hole. Observing it for a moment, it surprised me how close it was to her front opening. It looked as though only a thin membrane of flesh was responsible for separating the two passageways. The area surround the crinkled cavity was dark, just a few shades in difference from the rest of her pale skin. Feeling a bit baring, as my breath froze in my chest I took my finger and pressed it against her button.
It wasn't dirty, pulling my finger back it was easy to see that this part of her body was just as clean as the rest of her, no doubt due to her shower before arriving.
Placing my finger back on it, I carefully pressing my finger into it only to watch amazing as the tight ring of muscle gave way, swallowing my finger in a tight hold. Immediately I yanked my finger free, staring at it in startled amazement and then blushing as I realized what I'd done.
It was a strange feeling, realizing that I'd just had my finger inside my best friends butt. In perfect honesty I'd never given this area all that much thought, other than its intended purposes anyway. It never even crossed my mind that it could be used for… other possibilities. But now, as I stared shyly into my friends spread cheeks I found myself wondering.
Picking up my pace, I forced my member to piston in and out of her depths at a new speed, excited by my new find. Gingerly I pressed my index finger back at her back opening and once again pressed forward. At the presence of my finger Kim's button seemed to wink, opening at the intrusion only to close around it, crushing it with its strength. Ignoring this, I dared myself as I forced my finger deeper, intruding into even this of all places.
As I forced my finger into the dry recesses of Kim's butt, a curious sensation flashed to my brain as the motion of my staff could be felt thrusting through the thin pad of skin separating the two channels. After feeling this for a moment, I pulled my finger free, watching as the dark hole clenched close, retuning to its original size.
What would Kim say if I she knew how wholly I had trespassed on her sleeping body? What would she think if she was able to see the positions I have put her in, and the secret areas of her body that I have exposed? I wanted to take it even further, I wanted to experience even what that hole could do for me. Unfortunately, I'm almost positive that if I attempted such a thing Kim would most definitely feel it in the morning. Feeling a tinge of disappointment, the sudden surge of pleasure around my staff erased all negative emotions.
I was buried six inched deep in the most beautiful girl in the world. What did I have to complain about?
As my time went on, my thrust increased in urgency as my resolve to hold back my release decreased with every passing second. My passing tryst with Kim's rear had pushed my arousal even further. I wanted my release, and I think it was about time I got it.
Letting Kim's cheeks fall back to their natural place, I groaned as my hands latched back onto her hips, holding her in place as my thrusts thundered against her body. With each slap of skin that echoed throughout the room, Kim's curvaceous bottom rippled upon impact each and every time. Between my legs I could feel my sack tightening, preparing to release its contents into my best friend.
Slapping my crotch against Kim's, my thrusts were now hard and fast, completely forgetting my past caution for Kim's safety. I'd held back for so long, savored it for so long, right now I needed to reach my end. And as my hands grabbed at Kim's waist, clutching it in an almost painful hold, I took full advantage of the empty house and bellowed in ecstasy, allowing myself to fully let go for the very first time.
As the first surge of my essence left my body, my hips slammed into Kim's rear, holding her there by her captured waist. Not moving an inch, I ground my pelvis hard against her rear, savoring the sensations of her walls as my member continued to release itself deep into her body. Glob after glob of my milky burning seed flew from my tip collecting into a puddle at the very end of her cavern. It wasn't until my very last spurt that I pulled my length free, watching the rim of her vagina as it clung to my shaft, milking the very last drops free from my core.
Freeing my member from her burning core I sighed, catching my breath as kneeled over her unconscious body feeling the heat from our bodies mix, swirling in the space between us. All throughout my body waves of pleasure continued to rock my frame. God she was beautiful.
Forcing myself back onto my knees, I stared down at her core and watched as her now gaping channel began to spill my milky essence, back into the open world. Down her cleft, I watched as it slowly slipped down becoming entangled in her fiery red pubic hair. After this it traveled down her thighs before finally meeting its end, becoming absorbed in the material of her purple panties. From between her tight pinched outer lips, my juice spilled through. Feeling my cheeks redden; I couldn't help but be impressed by the amount. I could only imagine how much of it was still trapped deep within.
As I took a moment to catch my breath, I turned away from the arousing scene in front of me and found my eyes caught, locked on the nude from of Monique. Even with the evidence of my release still cooling on Kim's crotch I found myself suddenly absorbed, fascinated by stunning vision of beauty before me.
I hadn't intended for her to be involved in the night's festivities or even really remembered she was alive until a few seconds ago, but as I stared at her sleeping face, so calm, so serene, I couldn't help but wonder how she would feel in my hands.
In my mind's eye, I recalled her stunning curves, her voluptuous breasts, and found myself pondering how it would feel to caress them in my hands.
Biting my lower lip my face turned anxious as I turned to look back at Kim. Still asleep, Kim's face had crumpled, furled in mid delight. Having finished before Kim was ready; she was stuck, frozen mid release and helpless to do anything about it.
No doubt Kim's imagination has running full force to explain her body's stimulation; in reality my job was done. But just because Kim was taken care of doesn't mean I can't have some fun with Monique as well right? Besides, I just want to touch her a little, feel what I'd gotten to see in the bathroom.
Feeling a naughty small curl at the edges of my lips, my mind was still reeling with with amazing orgasm I'd had just a few moments ago, filling my head with a lusty red cloud and urging me to take this opportunity. But as much as I wanted to blame my endorphin riddled hormones, as my hand moved from Kim's hips and reached to feel Monique's soft flesh, I knew this was my decision.
Awkwardly shuffling on the bed I moved over to Monique, gently shifting her body, gripping her by the shoulders and flipping her back to the mattress. In doing so, Monique now laid face up on the bed, her rear just over the edge of the bed.
Staring down Monique's sleep remained as peaceful as ever not stirring even in the slightest. With hungry eyes I took in her robust chest and watched as her spongy mounds as they rose and fell with her gentle breathing. Due to their large size, with Monique on her back and no support to hold them, the lose flesh naturally fell to her sides resting on the curve of her ribcage. At the very center of these mounds, two dark, medium sized nipples pointed opposite directions.
Starting just below the swell of her breasts, my patience wasn't as generous this time around as I quickly pushed them higher, cupping the naked flesh in my hands and kneading them with care.
I couldn't deny the sense of satisfaction I obtained after being forced to simply sit and watch. Watching them in the shower as the bobbed and wobbled I'd imagined there softness but I hadn't even come close. Gathering her mounds to the center of her Monique's chest, her skin was like putty in my hands. Compared to Kim's and even Ann's Monique's bust was far larger filling my hand perfectly, a sensation I'd never even knew existed before. Each squeeze I was as gentle as possible watching as her plump flesh was forced through the gaps of my fingers only to marvel at their full and heady weight as I relaxed. I enjoyed Kim's small, perky breasts very much, but at this moment I was beginning to feel a growing love for Monique's larger set as well.
Like two plump marshmallows, the softness of her dark mounds swallowed my fingers, warming them with her gentle heat. With a childlike excitement, I watched in amazement as I pinched the tip of her nipple, pulling towards the ceiling before releasing it and watching as the bountiful shape wobbled back into position. Repeating this a few more times my smile never left my face.
As my large hands continued to manipulate the soft mounds of Monique's chest it didn't take long for her soft, dark tips to pucker, hardening under my playful enjoyment. Seeing this happen, my spine tingled pleasurably as I bent down, lowering my lips to her soft, supple flesh.
Wrapping my lips around her nipple, as my tongue teased out from my lips for a taste I was sure to occupy its twin rubbing in with my free hand, pulling and rolling the taut pebble with care. I was nervous, but also so excited that it drowned out much else. In my mouth, her puckered flesh was warm against my tongue. Applying a bit of suction, I was delightfully surprised as its soft flesh drew into my mouth pulling a good portion of breast along with it.
With Monique's nipple firmly lodged in my suckling lips, the reality of the situation was finally beginning to truly dawn on me. It was almost hard to believe how this night had turned out. To think, I'd find myself in this position with not one, but two beautiful women and at the same time. I should feel bad, I should think about how Monique would feel is she knew, but as the warm marshmallowly softness of her breast gently caressed my tongue I found my mind fading away into lust filled bliss. Without even being aware, a breathy moan slipped through my nose.
Releasing the dark nub with an audible 'pop', my lips tingled with the touch of her soft flesh. Straddling over her stomach, my hands remained busy, gently manipulating her delicate breast and savoring their heavy weight. Kim's hard, firm body was wonderful and I wouldn't ask her to change for anything, but I couldn't deny the fun I was having with Monique's softer frame as well.
Looking up at Monique's face, my pleasure was halted for a moment as I released her expression remained virtually unchanged. It seemed, despite their generous size that Monique's breast weren't very sensitive, if at all. A bit disappointed by this, a frown marred my features before morphing into a look of indifference. I was hopped to spend a little more time enjoying her large assists but if she wasn't enjoying it than all that was left was to move on. If I was going to impose on her body like this, the least I could do was make sure she got a little pleasure out of it.
Taking a step back I pondered what I wanted to do next. This kind of freedom, this kind of power, you couldn't help but feel a certain kind of rush. Smiling to myself, the image of her shaving flashed to the front of my mind. The picture of her bared sex, displayed wide for my viewing eyes remained burned forever in my mind. Despite myself I couldn't help but want a closer look, curious as to how the exotic young woman might differ from what I have come to know.
Immediately I found myself off the bed, nervously kneeling on the floor inches away from her resting legs and struggling to contain myself. With a slow gesture I reached out with my hand, carefully touching the tip of my finger against her knee cap. The way she was positioned left her pelvis just at the edge of the bed and her legs bent, resting on the floor. Using this to my advantage, with a nervous twinge I braced myself as I put my other hand on her second knee. And with a final breath I pushed them apart, opening her legs.
As the shields of her thighs parted to my eyes, I watched on bated breath as the puffy exterior of Monique's core bloomed into full sight. With my hands on her knee's I traced them along her thighs as moved closer, invading the area between her legs and pressing myself into her space. It wasn't until my shoulders were pressed against them that I stopped, marveling at the beauty set before me.
Being so close to her body I could smell her vanilla scented soap wafting off her warm skin. Taking a small drag of this beautiful small, I smiled before turning my full attention to the dark crease of skin right in front of me.
My fingers twitched nervously as I forced to move towards her center, it was almost too hard to believe what I was doing. In the moments that followed, I thought back to all the conversations, the memories I had shared with this young woman and tried to imagine this piece of her hidden between her legs through it all. The very thought shot an arch of pleasure through my brain. As I savored the moment, the pinnacle of this pleasure peeked as the tips of my fingers brushed against the plump outer dome of her delicate womanhood.
Just as remembered the naked plain of Monique's dark skinned pelvis remained flawless, not I single strand of hair anywhere to be found. Testing the supple flesh, I pushed my digits against the spongy surface, prodding her naked sex with the tips of my fingers. Much to my amazement, I watched as my finger pushed, sinking into the skin before reaching the hard shell of her pubic bone. Wanting to go even further, I joined my first hand with my second, pushing the intruding appendages into her cleft and watched as they pulled it apart exposing her most private of places to my hungry eyes.
What lay inside surprised me. Dark at the outer lips, the coloring of her core changed the closer you traveled to its center, becoming a light-ish pink. Seeing this I watched transfixed at the sight of her soft pink core. It was interesting. To see how, despite Monique's darker completion, on the inside she was just as soft and light as Kim. Taking my thumb I nervously traced the light coloring and sighed at the sensation. She really was beautiful.
As I poked and prodded the newly discovered inner core of Monique, I was happy to find despite her lack of response, her cavern appeared slick with her own arousal. Feeling a jump in pride I was quickly reminded of her self-exploration in the tub. No doubt even in her sleep, her passageway remained slick with the left over arousal of her release.
With the blunt end of my thumb, I found myself pushing against her opening, watching as it popped into her waiting cavern. Sawing the appendage in and out a few times I pulled it free and stared at it as it glistened in the lamp light.
Casting a glance in Kim's direction I could still taste her sweet nectar on my tongue. I had to admit, I was a bit curious as to what another women would taste like, or even if it would be different at all. With the tip of my tongue peeking out from my lips, I brought my thumb to my lips and flicked it against the shimmering surface.
Hmm.
Staring back into Monique's sex, I had to admit that the taste was defiantly different from Kim's. But even if it was different, I couldn't call it bad…
Feeling my cheeks warm with my blood, I swallowed nervously before finally giving into my curiosity.
As I braced my hands on her fleshy thighs I hooked my thumbs between her plump outer lips and peeled them apart to reveal her pink inner coloring. Facing this, I swallow nervously before lowering my face to the apex of her legs and tasted the direct source of her sex. At the sound of her sharp breathe, I smiled.
Right away I dove my tongue to the pink opening of her passage way tasting the direct source of her arousal as it began to moisten. Monique seemed to enjoy this a soft grunt emanated from her sleep.
Dragging my tongue against her opening her unique taste was drawn, becoming slathered against my taste buds. Her taste was much heavier than Kim's, drowning my taste buds until it was all I could taste. Whereas Kim was like a tart fruit, Monique was like a powerful spice filled with a strong musky taste that overrides everything else. It was safe to say that I preferred Kim's but then again, given the offer I wouldn't be likely to turn down Monique any time soon.
Aside from the occasional grunt in her sleep, Monique remained silent seeming completely unaware as my tongue wormed itself in and out of her tight snatch. As I pushed the appendage inside, I could feel her womanly muscles clenched around it, saturation it in her wetness and her taste.
It seemed Monique was akin to inner lips. Small and virtually hidden from the world, the dark colored flaps of skin seemed to evoke the most reaction as I slipped my tongue between her meaty lips. With each pass of my tongue a new splash of taste spurted onto my taste buds and filling my head with her taste. This encouraged me to continue until her dark colored sex was literally dripping with her own arousal.
Breaking free from between Monique's leg I whipped my mouth on my sleeve and watched the dark skin glisten in its own honey. As I did this my eyes flashed to her face for a moment before returning to her shinning sex. I knew where this was going; even before I started I had to admit that I knew. I just didn't want to.
Staring at her sex my blood urged me to fill her void, forcing my member into her heavenly depths and revel in its soft heat. Unfortunately even after sating my thirst in her heavy musk my member failed to rise to its full strength, become frozen at half-mast.
In the course of only a few hours I'd expelled myself twice already. This left me very little left to summon upon in my time of need. Despite this fact as I stared into Monique's core imaging how it would look to see my pale staff stuffed into her black, African sex I couldn't help but suffer straining as I willed my member to harden. Given a reprieve I knew that I could easily come back reinvigorated and alive with new energy, but I was impatient to get the pleasure I oh-so desired. And so with that I forced myself to stand and began to re position the dark skinned young woman all to suit my needs.
As I finished manipulating her form I stepped back and couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of it all. With her body perfectly aligned to the edge of the bed, Monique's slumbering face continued to sleep unperturbed as it rested so close to open air. With the help of Monique's mouth I would be hard and ready in no time.
At this point I could still hear the small voice in my head to think about what I was doing, to stop and understand just how badly my actions had turned. Unfortunately as I caressed the young teens smooth, creamy chocolate skin I found myself pushing that voice even further away from my mind. and as I pried her jaw open only to see her soft tongue laying in the wet warmth of her moth saturated in her saliva, it disappeared completely.
With my pants and underwear still lying across the room from my time with Kim, nothing stood in the way as I angled the head of my staff into Monique's waiting mouth.
As the first warm, gentle breath broke across my member a shiver of delight arched up my spine. With baited breath I watched in fascination as my tip brushed against her open lips continued unperturbed as it resumed sinking deeper into her mouth, rubbing itself against the soft pillow of her tongue. Finally, as the length of my shaft disappeared completely into her mouth, I took a moment to enjoy the picture of Monique and her lips and they became wrapped around the pale texture of my penis.
Beginning to hump Monique's face, I shivered in delight as I grounded the head of my member hard against her tongue, savoring the experience as the appendage became sandwiched between the soft pink muscle and the slick savory surface of the roof of her mouth. This ultimately forced me to push myself even deeper, eventually finding myself at the entrance to her throat.
Just as my world exploded in a world of pleasure, my enjoyment was cut short by the sound of Monique choking as my member plugged her air way. Pulling back in surprise, I immediately missed the tight grip of her throat I had accidentally stumbled upon. So slow I couldn't even tell if I was really moving, I pushed myself back into place, paying close attention to her chest as to monitor her breathing.
I knew I was being rougher than I usually was, but seeing Monique like this pushed my arousal to the limits. I knew no matter what that from now on whenever I looked at Monique's face, I would stare at her lips, dark and full, and picture them as they were now wrapped around the base of my core. I moaned at the thought.
As I found my member fully lodged in the teen throat I looked to her face only to feel my eyes widen in surprise. Instead of choking like she usually did, her sleeping form had adapted, forcing her to breath from her nose. Without the fear of her choking to death, I allowed myself to enjoy the moment and savored the tight slippery texture of her throat against the head of my staff. In reality I knew I was most likely no further than an inch past her tousles but still, to me it felt amazing.
As I began to push my member in and out I moaned at the feeling of her tongue, soft and sweet as it cradled the underside of my staff. After a few moments of this, I looked down that dark skinned teen in surprise as I could feel her tongue slowly rubbing itself against me in her sleep. Looking down, she remained sleeping as peaceful as ever.
With a shock of understanding, I felt a smile curl at the edges of my lips as I realized she must taste Kim as the redhead's nectar remained saturated into my skin from our sex. Knowing this, I put my hand on her head and petted her as she tasted the mixture of me and Kim's coupling.
With the tight hold of her throat, as well as the velvety feel of her tongue as it licked at my pole, my member now stood fully erect and ready to pierce the sleeping girl below me. Whether she knew it or not, her actions were the only thing responsible for enabling me to bury myself in her core. If only she knew.
I was reluctant to free myself from her the warmth of her mouth, but I knew it wouldn't be long before I was in another, even warmer than this.
Pulling my member free past her row of teeth, Monique's lips remained wrapped around my shaft; stretched as they were pulled with my member until finally popping free. And, as I stroked the softness of her cheek once more I grabbed her shoulders moving her into her next position.
I already knew exactly how I wanted to do this. Before I started with Kim and they had been aligned side by side rear by rear bent over and completely exposed, it was one of the most amazing sights I'd ever seen. The contrast between Kim's ginger pale complexions, to Monique's deep African decent was mesmerizing and so with this in mind, I silently thanked Monique for keeping so many pillows in her room and I stacked them under her hips, pushing her voluptuous rear high into the air. Once this was done I once again stepped back and felt my stomach flop nervously.
Now in the exact same position I had placed Kim in, Monique's large pillowy rear hung in the air inches away from Kim's. seeing them both together like this make my already stiff member harden even more. Looking at Kim I could see the flow a semen from her crotch had ebbed, leaving a deep wet stain in the purple martial of her under where. Then turning back to Monique's I knew it wouldn't be long until hers looked very much the same.
Walking back to Monique I placed my large hands onto her rear grouping it generously as the soft, malleable skin seemed to absorb my fingers.
Getting to business my heart was pounding erratically as I gripped my member, directing it to Monique's' waiting hole. As the tip of my member brushed against the thick folds of her outer lips my breath froze in my throat at the warm sensation. But pushing through, I forced myself to continue.
As the lips of her core engulfed the head of my member I listened as Monique's soft quite breathing hitched, stalling for only a moment. Seeing this I smiled, just waiting to see the types of sounds she was going to make in my presence.
Monique wasn't quite as wet as I needed so I took a moment and swept the head of my member up and down her crevice stimulating her sensitive inner lips. As I did this, her liquid arousal became slathered over my rod lubing it up perfectly for its next job. After I found both of us equally prepared I took breath and jerked my hips forward forcing the tip of my head to enter Monique's warm, heated channel.
As I found myself inside the second vagina of the day I released my staff and quickly transitioned my hands to Monique's hips, stabling my quivering form. She was so tight, and yet at the same time softer than anything I'd ever felt. It was being smothered by cotton candy. Entering another inch my hips seized in pleasure.
This being the third woman I've been lucky enough to enter, I couldn't help but enjoy how each of their channels differed in some kind of way. Ann's had hugged me, almost massaging my staff the way her muscles rippled and moved, pulling me deep only the way a woman of experience could know how to do. Kim on the other hand was firm, almost strong in her ability to clamp down on my staff. The way it feels when her juices get slick and her burning hot core crushed my staff was almost mind blowing in its allure. I loved that her body held me so tight, almost as if it didn't want me to leave. And now Monique, in her soft tight channel I found myself enjoying a whole new sensation. The way her pink innards hugged me, sent shivers up my spine. Even with just a few inches inside I was already desperate to bury the fullness of my length as deep as nature would allow.
Proving my point, as I attempted bury myself even deeper I gave a grunt of irritation as I found my progress being blocked. With only the thought of her warm passage on my mind, I pressed the tip of my member hard against the mysterious barrier unthinking. It wasn't until the sound of Monique's pained gasp that I was able to look up.
Breaking through the strange obstacle seemed to just dissipate, dissolving under the weight of my hips. One moment it was there and then next, the head of my staff seemed to just push through, just as normal as any other time.
As I sat there enjoying the warm envelopment of Monique's silky crevice, I took a moment to look up and see what had caused her to make such a strange noise.
Turned to the side, Monique's dark features were crumpled in a deep and disturbed grimace. Her eye lids looked clamped shut as if enduring some kind of pain and her eyebrows furled in discomfort. Finally as I looked down at our link the sight of ruby red liquid, seeping through the seal of our union that I realized what had just occurred.
For a moment I just sat where I was, half buried in the young teen's snatch and watching in numb, morbid curiosity as a few more drops of blood leaking onto my shaft. It was… almost surreal.
In my head I understood that technically, this was not my first taking a girls virginity, but to see the evidence, the blood from her torn membrane, it just made the act seem so much more… real.
In my stillness as I continued to stare at our union the sensation of her heartbeat reverberating off her inner walls and onto my shaft left me hypnotized in the strong steady rhythm. At one point I even took note at how our hearts seemed to beet at the same time. Smiling at this fact I gave a sigh and trialed my hand up from the young teen's curves, leaning forward to caress her slumbering face.
In reality this didn't really change much to me, I still wanted to finish, I still wanted to find my release. What's done was done, and while I knew I should be freaking out right now… I was oddly calm. I felt… honored? I guess. The fact that I was her first, whether she knew it or not made my heart swell with pride. I couldn't give her virgin back. All I could do was treasure the memory.
Waiting a moment I stilled my intruding member waiting for Monique's body to acclimate to my girth. After a minute or so of this, I looked to her face and was glad to see her face had relaxed, no longer twisted in a pained grimace. Her eyebrows were still dawn together, a small crinkle forming between them but I figured the worst of her pain had passed.
Slowly, gently I pressed my hips forward, urging my member deeper into the freshly deflowered depths of Monique's treasure. Sliding forward, her passage remained slick with various fluids. Finally, as the front of my pelvis met the softness of her voluptuous thighs, my goal had been accomplished.
Groaning in bliss my member throbbed in the tempered heat of her soft, tight oven. Beginning at a slow, gently pace, I kept my hands firmly attached to her backside as I pulled back, savoring the wet friction of her inner walls. And then, as half of my member was pulled free, I surged my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt in one quick motion.
Hearing a soft grunt from Monique I was too absorbed in the heavenly sensations of her crotch to pay any attention. Once again I pulled my staff back only to pierce her folds again and again. Getting into the motion my pace began to speed, increasing in intensity and tripling the bone quivering pleasure. It wasn't long until sound of my flesh slapping against hers resonated throughout the room.
Getting a firm grip on her curvy hips, my breath came and left, panting the overheated exhaustion of the activity. In front of me soft grunts and disgruntled moans could be heard, slipping free from Monique's furled expression. This only served to further my enjoyment as I sought to increase the delicious noise.
As I shifted my hands to the young teen's rear, the memory of what I had done with Kim flashed before my eyes. And before I was even aware they were moving I looked down to see Monique's voluptuous cheeks prominently displayed, and exposing her dark winking button.
Only a few centimeters bellow this spectacle I turned to see the pale complexion of my staff as it disappeared and reappeared in and out of her moistening cavern. Pushing in the chubby outer lips of her quim indented swallowing the log of meat whole in its delicious depths. And then retrieving, just as with Kim a small wrinkly of her inner color came with me, clinging to my staff for dear life.
All along my shaft I watched as the watered down reminisce of her virginity painted it a light pink. This continued no matter how many times I bathed it in the deep reassess of her wetness.
After sating my enjoyment watching the contrast of my staff fill her dark box, I once again turned and stared into the wrinkled indentation of her back hole. With my finger I reached between us slathering it in the run off of her juice. Once it was properly lubricated I pressed the digit gently between the spread cheeks and watched as the hole consumed it.
Lubricated by her own honey my finger slipped inside much easier than with Kim allowing me to push it all the way to my knuckle. Letting it rest for a moment I stared in fascination as the tiny hole managed to swallow the whole thing almost effortlessly.
Giving my finger a small wiggle, I tested the walls of her back passage and found them to be flawlessly smooth. Wiggling even more my finger moved in and out of the wrinkled hole feeling her insides with great curiosity. I imagined what it would be like, how it would feel to have this kind of sensation sliding up and down, hugging my shaft in vise like no other. This of course sent my member to throb, flexing in the tight warmth of Monique's womanly muscles.
Yanking my finger free I looked at it curiously. There wasn't any dirt, luckily, but I could detect a certain sour odor. Whipping it clean on the bed spread bellow, I released her cheeks and turned my full attention back to the slippery velvet of her original hole.
By this point Monique's vocal lust came with every sweep of my straining muscle. It seemed as though her sighs and groans were even louder than my own. In her core I could feel her juices growing, spilling out around my shaft. Her muscles clenched at me, pulling me deeper, urging me to go faster. All of this told me how close she was.
And I wasn't far behind.
As the sensitive tip of my member rushed in and out of her heated box I could feel my release building at the base of my shaft. To be completely honest, I wasn't even sure if I had anything left to give. But the human body really is an amazing machine, as it managed to scrap up what little I had left.
In my hands as I felt her muscles clamp own griped her hips in a tight hold shoving myself roughly into her core. As the sound of Monique's long held back cry of pleasure I felt my member explode. Again and again globs of milky fluid drained from my sack filling the young dark skinned girl's belly. And in return her muscled spasmed all around rippling in the most delicious of ways as her sweet honey like nectar poured around the intrusion of my staff, dripping down my thighs.
As wonderful as my third release of the day was, it was also very short lived. Managing only three small spurts my load was meager in comparison to the two left in its wake. But as my orgasm ended, I was still able to enjoy watching Monique as her quim rippled and massaged the softening, oversensitive nerve endings of my penis.
In the moments that followed I was useless, unable to do anything but breathe as I rested against the soft, quaking form of Kim's friend. And it was here I stayed until finally I was able to gather the strength and pull myself free.
As I stumbled back, falling on the floor as I did so I stared up at Monique's crotch and watched as not a single drop dripped free. All of the load that I was able to manage stayed put, buried deep in her belly.
Turning to Kim her crotch looked much the same. As time passed the milky fluid from my loins had dissolved, becoming nothing more than a clear, wet liquid indistinguishable from her own. In this regard I sighed a sigh of relief as I fell backwards, exhaustion taking over. Unfortunately, as much as I would love to fall under the gentle cloak of sleep I knew I had a few chores to do before I could allow that to happen.
Forcing myself onto my feet I stared at the two women before and gave a tiered sigh. Unlike before, as I set about removing the pillows from beneath their hips, I wasn't panicked allowing me to calmly clean up what I needed to hide.
The first time I had been so out of my mind with worry that I'd panicked, acting like a scared cartoon character running about the room and trying to get things in order. This time however I found myself to be calm cool and collected, three word rarely used to describe Ron Stoppable.
Walking out from Monique's bathroom I cared a damp wash cloth and began to gently scrub away the blood left behind on the dark skin of her vagina and thighs. Once this was completed, I hurried over to her dresser placed in the corner of the room and thoughtlessly grabbed the first two pajama items I could see. With these in hand I set about dressing Monique, a task that took far longer than I had hoped.
With one woman dealt with I turned my attention to Kim and sighed.
Pulling up her underwear I enjoyed the notion of leaving her uncleaned, resting in the puddle of our mixed pleasure. when she woke up, she'd see the mess and think it was solely hers. With this in mind I turned a guilty eye at her sleeping face gave her a regretful smile. I didn't regret what I'd done, but did wish I hadn't had to do it. or, at least in this context anyway. But pushing these emotions aside I made quick work of her underpants before stubbornly redressing her pants back onto her body. after that was complete i refitted her bra and buttoned her blouse close. With this, most if not all evidence of my presence had been erased, and my job completed.
Walking over to my pants, I tiredly shoved my legs through the holes and quickly buttoned them up. With the pants on, I grabbed the belt and slipped around my waist before buckling it closed. With no further question I activated the cloaking devise and settled myself on the floor, hidden in the far corner. I knew it was dangerous of me to stay at the scene of the crime but I barely had the strength to turn a door knob, let alone see myself home. It had been a long… tiring day and right now… I just need some sleep.
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As my consciousness began to slowly trickle back, I became aware of a soft moaning emanating from across the room. Forgetting where I was I grimaced and kept my eyes closed hopping that whatever it was would leave my room. It wasn't until the sound of a soft gasp sound that the memories of the night before came rushing back like a tidal wave. And with that, I was up in a heartbeat.
Looking across the room, I looked to see Kim up right in her bed panting like she'd just run a marathon. As I looked at her face, she appeared shocked, her eyes wide as her parted lips gaped in her gasping breath. Under her skin, warm blood pool illuminating it in a deep blush. Seeing all of this she looked to have just woken from a very startling dream.
As a look of anxiety flashed across her features, she looked down to her lap and seemed to squirm in her seat. Then, much to my surprise, her face crumpled in worry as she popped her pants button free and reached within. After a moment of this she retrieved her fingers only to look at them in shock as her own arousal glistened around them.
Staring at her own juice Kim looked amazed as she seemed to study it almost in disbelief. Then, seeing her face beam bright red, I had to contain my laugh of amusement as she turned redder than the hair on her head.
With Kim studying her own nectar, and me studying Kim, both of us jumped in surprise as a guttered groan emanated from Monique as she began to stir, waking from her sleep. Quicker than I'd ever seen her move, Kim whipped her fingers on the bed spread and seemed desperate as she buttoned her pants. Thankfully she was able to get herself situated in time to turn to Monique, a bright and embarrassed smile failingly masking her nervous anxiety.
"What…?" rising from her slumber Monique looked incredibly confused as she sat up looking around the room and then at herself as she studied the pajamas I had picked out for her.
"I think we fell asleep," Kim offered bashfully, announcing her presence.
Jerking her head in Kim's direction, Monique's eyes were wide as her brain struggled to finish waking up. For a moment she seemed to blush, fiddling with her clothing and completely forgetting that she wasn't the one that had put them on. "F-fell asleep?" she stuttered. Trying in vain to sly compose her appearance.
Nodding her head, her eyes turned apologetic. "I'm sorry," she grimaced. "you were willing to help me and talk me though my problems and yet I was the one who ended up falling asleep on you. I hope you're not to upset."
Looking even more confused, Monique looked at Kim like she had no idea what was going on. "Um… it's cool, girl. Don't sweat it." Even though her reply sounded unsure, even to my ears, Kim smiled at her friend and looked relieved.
Still looking completely lost, me and Kim looked at Monique in surprise as a look of discomfort flashed across her features before her hand rose to cradle her throat.
"You okay Mon?" Kim asked seeing her friend.
Nodding her head, the dark skinned teen nodded, grimacing as she smacked her lips seeming to have a strange taste in her mouth. "yea, just…" she answered unsure. "I think I might be getting a sore throat or somthin'. Feels like I tried to swallow a golf ball." Speaking the last part more to herself, her brain seemed to finally kick back on as her eyes became wide with recollection.
Looking at Kim I could see the anxiety, the fear she had been showing in the bathroom come back full force. "K-Kim!" she seemed to shout, earning an odd look from our red headed friend.
"Yea?" she asked cautiously.
Aware of her overzealous outburst Monique looked to shrink back a bit but continued to to stare at our friend with intensity. "I- I mean, about Ron…" stumbling over her words Monique's inane ramblings came to an end as Kim's face seemed to burn red at the mere mention of my name. Seeing this, the dark skinned young woman shrank back even further."
"Um... about that." Interrupting her friend Kim turned her attention downward, turning herself away from her friend as her cheek began to burn anew. "I think I've… I mean I think that's been resolved," she spoke staring nervously at her friend.
Seeming shocked to her core, a panicked look crossed Monique's face before she attempted to hide it with a poorly fashioned smile. "What- what do you mean," she asked tried not to sound to invested. "You… finished thinking?"
Becoming extremely bashful Kim couldn't even look at her friend. "Something like that," she murmured. Unconsciously Kim seemed wiggle in her drenched undies. "i just... decided to listen to my heart. It seems like its been screaming at me all this time, I guess it time to stop trying to ignore it."
Sitting in silence both young women seemed frozen, unsure what to say next, Kim because of her unbearable embarrassment, and Monique at the utter and complete devastation of it all. Finally the wet texture of her underwear seemed to become too much as Kim frowned, clearly uncomfortable.
"Well," she sighed, trying not give herself away, "I think it's about time for me to head home."
Looking surprised, Monique stared at her friend as she began to stand and frowned. "B-but hey, I thought we could hang out a little, maybe hit up a little Club Banana?" Attempting to sound calm, I could see the desperation clear in her face.
Finding her bag, Kim shot her friend an apologetic smile and tried not to let it show how much she was squirming. "Sorry, but ah, I really need to get home and take a shower." Giving herself a small sniff, I could tell by the look on her face that she could smell herself even through her clothing. "Um, yea. And definitely get out of these cloths." She mumbled, her face blushing anew with fresh emotion. "Besides, I really need to see if I can get a hold of Ron," she smiled. "I gotta a lot of time to make up for if I'm gonna steal him back." And with that she smiled, bashful.
Hearing Kim Monique seemed to lose the last bit of resistance she had left. "O-okay Kim… I'm glad you're feeling better." And seeming to genuinely mean it she smiled at her friend, a sad mournful smile.
Seeming completely oblivious to her friend's emotions Kim simply smiled in return and hefted the shoulder strap over her shoulder. "Monique?" she spoke, before walking to her friend. "Thank you for listening to me, even if we didn't get to really talk things out that much it felt good to finally talk to someone about what I was going through. I think it might even have been the reason I was able to find my answer." She admitted embarrassed. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I'm really glad you're my friend."
Like the final nail in her coffin, Monique was helpless to do anything but stare. Finally as she forced yet another pained smile onto her face she reached up and pulled Kim into a tight hug. "You won't ever have to," she whispered, voicing the pain in her heart. "And… I'm glad you're my friend too."
I could tell Kim was surprised by her friend's sudden expression of affection, but cautiously, I watched as she smiled at her friend returning her hug while at the same hoping she couldn't smell the stale scent of sex clinging to her body.
As Kim walked towards the door, she gave her friend one last look and smiled anxiously. "Well… wish me luck. Hopefully Ron's in a forgiving mood."
At This Monique made a show of it as she dramatically rolled her eyes. "Girl, don't even worry about it," she smiled, sounding much more like I was used to hearing her. And with that we watched as the redhead left the room leaving us in silence. "He'd be crazy not too," I hear Monique finish, a forlorn look on her face as she gazed at the space Kim used to be.
Still silent in the corner of the room, I watched as the young girl aloud herself to fall back onto the bed only seize up, releasing low his of pain.
Rising from the bed Monique's expression was twisted in pain as her right hand felling over the space just below her naval. As I saw this my hart leapt in my chest, worry flooding my system. "What the heck," I heard Monique whisper, obviously feeling the full brunt of her deflowering. "God, why is it hurting like this…what happened last night..." Looking truly confused she shook her head. Falling back onto the bed she curled into herself staring listlessly into the distance. This gave my spine a chill as by chance she happened to be staring directly in my direction. I tried not to let it affect me.
As I stared into Monique's listless eyes, I rested my back against the wall and stared at her, dead center and unflinching in her eyes. She was sad, but I knew she would get over it. She had to. I was still bubbling with excitement as it seemed my plan had worked. It was unfortunate Monique had to lose but both of us couldn't have won. And I know given the chance she would have done the exact same as me.
…Well mostly.
Taking this account, as I watched her, cradling her internal wounds my heart felt nothing but satisfaction. We both played the game, I just happened to win. Granted it might have been a little unnecessary to incorporate Monique in my nightly fun but she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I hope she wasn't in too much pain.
Looking down to my belt I caressed the metallic buckle with care for without it, I knew there wouldn't be a chance in the world that things would have turned out as well as they did. Right now Kim was hurrying home to call me and mend our broken friendship, maybe even turn it into something more.
Casting my gaze once more to Monique the memories of our shower joined my happy thoughts of Kim filling my soul with joy
What a fun toy I had found.
A/N: Well, I hope that was worth the wait! Anyway, it would be awsome if you could leave a review and let me see how much you enjoyed it.
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