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Cleaning sure is fun.

To say Kim was in a foul mood would be an understatement. Her mother had rushed out of the house about an hour earlier do to a hospital emergency. That had happened before, but this time she had made Kim promise to do a few chores.
Kim hadn’t thought it over, figuring that she would probably just have to vacuum the living room, maybe even wash the kitchen floor. Boy had she been wrong. The note on the refrigerator, told her to basically clean the entire living room, bathroom and kitchen. Meaning that Kim could forget about doing anything else until sometimes after dinner.
She had contemplated calling her mom and let her know that there was no way in hell she was going to do all that, but unfortunately Kim knew what this was about.
She and Ron had decided, that once they began going to college, they would get their own little apartment away from campus so they could get a little peace and quiet. Something that they, or rather Ron, could easily afford.
She had told her mother, so that the older woman could help break the news to her farther and keep Ron out of the dreaded space probe. But the older redhead had pulled a fast one on her daughter, telling Kim that Ron may very well be a millionaire, but he was also not a genius. Basically Doctor Anne Possible had been afraid that her daughter, who had never been an expert at house chores, would leave her boyfriend with the bills, the cleaning, the cooking and still have a mountain of homework to deal with afterward.
Therefore Kim had promised her mother to spend more time cleaning and washing at home, so she could learn how it was most easily done and would get use to it.
Now that promise had come back to bite her in the ass.
Oh no. Kim was not happy about this. Well at least the bathroom was done with, not to mention that the washing machine was full and the laundry had been divided in to plain and color. Right now she was trying to dust off a shelf in the living room. This was something she hated with a passion. She might not have any allergies, but the dust still made her sneeze.
A knock on the front door made her look up. Shortly wondering who it could be, she was about to go and open. She didn’t have time, however, because the door opened and a very familiar blond walked in.

“Hey KP. I heard you were here all by yourself. So I thought I would drop by.”

Kim stepped down from the small latter she had used to reach the shelf and smiled at her boyfriend.

“Let me guess. You hoped to get a little private time, right?”

Ron chuckled.

“KP. You know I would never turn that down. However, your mother called and asked me to come over and keep an eye on you.”

Kim’s eyes lit up. If he was here to help, she sure wasn’t going to complain.

“Great. I haven’t vacuumed yet. Would you mind?”

Her boyfriend smiled and held out his hands in an apologetically manner.

“Sorry KP. I promised your mother that I wouldn’t help you with anything else then good advice.”

That made Kim growled, not to mention cursing her mothers mind for details. Deciding that not all was lost yet, she walked over to her boyfriend and gave him the unrestrained puppy dog pout.
She could practically see him melt in front of her. Unfortunately, no one had spent as much time around the Possible family as he had and he managed to shake himself out of the trap she had made for him.

“Sorry KP. No way, not going to happen. Your mother told me that she would find out if I helped you and would make sure I got into trouble for it.”

Kim huffed slightly, but then decided to take things a bit further. Leaning in so her lips were only a few millimeter from his, she purred.

“But Ronnie. How is she ever going to find out? I sure am not going to tell her.”

Ron swallowed but, to Kim’s annoyed surprise, seemed to keep it together.

“KP. She is a mother. And if there is anything my life as a son has taught me, it is that mothers always finds out, one way or another.”

Kim couldn’t argue with that. Her own experiences had taught her the same. Therefore she sighed in defeat.

“Fine. You just go and sit down. Then I’ll finish this. But don’t even try and fantasize about anything tonight, because my legs a shut.”

Ron whimpered.

“Oh come on KP. That’s not fair. You know that at any other time I would gladly help, but I promised your mother.”

Kim just snorted. She knew it was a cruel thing to do but right now she wanted revenge and she was sure going to get it. That said she knew she wasn’t going to hold out on him, at least not for more then a couple of hours anyway.
Turning around, Kim went back to her work. She figured she had another fifteen minutes of dusting, before it was time to pull out the vacuum cleaner. During this time, Kim gazed over her shoulders several times and couldn’t help but smile when she caught her boyfriend looking at her jeans encased rear.
It was little things like those that made her feel appreciated. It was actually a funny thing. All her teenage life, Kim had struggled to avoid being looked upon as meat by the guys around her. Now that she had a boyfriend that she was in love with, it felt good to have him drooling at her physique once in a while.
These thoughts gave her an idea. Turning around to her boyfriend, she smiled.

“Ronnie. Why don’t you get us something to drink? I just need to get something.”

She didn’t wait for a response but simply ran up the stairs with a rather undignified speed. She never liked delaying things once she felt she got a good idea.
Upstairs in her room, she quickly got rid of her jeans and her T-shirt, as well as her bra and panties. She then pulled out her spare cheer leader uniform and put it on. Grinning, she looked herself over in the mirror and decided that if her boyfriend wasn’t already frustrated, he would be soon after seeing her in this.
To add icing to the cake, she put on the necklace with the emerald pendant her boyfriend had bought her, as well as his latest present. It was a pair of earrings that matched her necklace. When giving them to her he had given her a lame line about seeing them in a jewelry shop and being reminded about her eyes. Kim didn’t buy it for a moment, but that hadn’t kept her from entertaining him, in nothing but her jewelry.
Absentmindedly she checked her wrist chain. The thirty-six small identical disc each reminded her of a memory for life. True, she wasn’t entirely sure which one was which, but they were all wonderful memories. She had never regretted any of them and neither had her boyfriend. It was one of the good part of waiting until they were both ready.
Deciding that she would get her thirty-seventh charm before dinner tonight, she walked out of her room with a smile on her face.
Down stairs Ron had already returned to his seat. He was sitting with a glass of coke in one hand. Another glass sat on the table.
Kim tried not to smile as she walked down the stairs. She was a bit put of by the lack of response from her boyfriend as he spotted her. Oh he was smiling and obviously liked what he saw. But he wasn’t stupefied, shocked or in lala land. Not that it should surprise her. The problem with the kind of undergarments she used these days, were that it got harder and harder to make an impression on Ron. He simply got use to it and that meant Kim had to work so much harder at getting the kind of response she wanted.
She decided that her cheer outfit obviously wasn’t it. Although she wondered what he would do, when he realized that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Walking over to her boyfriend, she watched as he leaned back and practically undressed her with his eyes. Apparently she still had some sex appeal.
Ron took the glass on the table and held it out for her with a slight smile.

“Diet coke. I figured you would prefer that over what else are in the refrigerator.”

Kim shrugged and took the glass. She had no idea what was in the fridge, she only knew that she was thirsty. Therefore she sat the glass to her lips and laid back her head to take a nice long swallow.
Setting the glass down again, she made sure that Ron was in the perfect position to notice her nipples through the top she was wearing. Then she ran a finger across her lower lip and purred.

“Ever dreamed about screwing a cheerleader Ronnie boy.”

The blond swallowed and nodded slightly. Satisfied that she finally got the response she was looking for, she tuned around and went back to her work. When she was a few steps away, she looked back over her shoulder and smiled slyly.

“Then keep dreaming big boy.”

She had to struggle not to laugh, as she heard a strangled whimper from her boyfriend. Oh yes. She still had what it took.
The rest of the living room didn’t take as long to finish as she had thought, at least it didn’t seem that way. Kim had been enjoying herself far too much by letting Ron catch glimpses of her thigh and butt, to worry about the time.
After putting the vacuum cleaner away, she headed for the kitchen. Looking over her shoulder she smiled innocently.

“Are you coming Ronnie?”

He nodded.

“I better. You should never be left unsupervised in a kitchen.”

Kim huffed and glared at him as she entered the final room on her checklist.

“Jerk!”

Her mood didn’t improve a hold lot, when she heard her boyfriend laugh as he followed her. Normally Kim wasn’t a vengeful person, but this called for revenge in its most cruel form. A revenge that would make Ron eat from out of her hand, or perhaps her lap.
She started out by sweeping and washing the floor, not the smartest way of taking care of a kitchen, but she had plans. Plans that demanded that she left the tables for last. Making sure that she had showed him plenty of enticing poses, she finally made it to the good stuff.
As she began whipping the kitchen table of, she did it in a way that made her lean over it, giving her boyfriend a nice long look of her exposed sex. She could already feel the arousal leaking down her inner thighs. It felt good.
Realizing that the table was longer then her reach, she crawled up on it to finish what she had started. Figuring that she might as well give it a second helping, she began moving backwards again. That didn’t go as plan though, because once she was getting closer to Ron’s end of the table, she felt his rather huge hand’s on her hips.
With a yelp she felt her knees leave the table and a moment later she was lying with her torso on the table. The tabletop had been moist from her previous work and now that was seeping in through her top. She could feel her nipples starting to harden do to the sensation.

“The way you’re showing of, I might as well get a taste.”

Kim groaned as his mouth found her sex and started working on it, using his tongue. Kim had to admit that he seemed to know all her weak spots. She certainly was shaking all over by now.

“Oh Ronnie. Such a bad boy.”

He chuckled, and Kim wished he hadn’t. It was taking time away from pleasuring her.

“I guess it is only fitting that I am standing here with a bad girl.”

She suddenly felt something hard against her butt. Something hard, pulsing and covered in rubber. She momentarily wondered when he had put on a condom, before deciding that it really didn’t matter.
Pushing her butt up against her boyfriend’s member, she gasped as it pressed against her anus. Feeling a surge of adrenalin, do to fear and excitement, she smiled wickedly. For a horrible moment she felt tempted to order him to take her right there in the ass, then reason won out. Without lube, it would be far too painful.

“Ronnie. I want you. Can I have you?”

Her boyfriend leaned down and kissed her shoulder.

“Of cause my own little tease.”

Kim didn’t know whether to be insulted or not. Sure she could tease him. She could tease him for hours. But he always got some action in the end. Except that one time when her parents had come home early and Ron had to leave half way through a blow job. Kim did finish it the next day before school though.
She groaned and arched her back as Ron entered her vagina. No matter how many times they had done this, it still felt so good.
His hands started working its way across her hips as he began a slow rhythm in and out of her. To tell the truth, Kim would have liked it to go a little faster. His hands felt nice though. Kim moaned as those big message tools her boyfriend referred to as hands, began a slowly move there way upwards. His movement never picked up speed though, making Kim moan once every three seconds as he thrust into her.

“Faster Ronnie, faster. I want it faster.”

To Kim’s regret, the bastard didn’t speed up. Instead he just leaned forward and gave her neck a quick lick. It made her shutter. He knew she hated when he licked her there. Kiss her at the top of her spine? Sure. He was more then welcome. But once he started applying his tongue, she felt just down right disgusted. It was odd, however, that she never felt her mood falter when he did it. Quite on the contrary. It was one of the things she was trying to gather up enough courage to ask her mother about.
Ron’s husky voice filled her ear.

“You just spend more then half an hour torturing your beloved boyfriend. Well now he is going to torture you.”

Kim whimpered slightly as his hands slipped her top up over her breasts. It wasn’t until now she realized that the table plate was cold. As if that wasn’t enough, Ron squeezed her breasts in a manner that made her nipples stand out even more and made them extra sensitive. She couldn’t quite decide whether or not it felt good or bad.
She suddenly gasped as her boyfriend forced himself into her with more force then earlier. A smile spread on her lips immediately as she suspected that he would begin to speed things up.
Ten second passed and he had gone back to those slow torturous thrusts that she hated so much. After another ten seconds her happy anticipation turned into disappointment. Apparently Ron wasn’t done getting even for her little show.
When he applied force to both her vagina and her breasts, Kim started hoping again, but it didn’t last long. Although her arousal hadn’t diminished, she was actually starting to contemplate if she wasn’t starting to hate him.

“Ronnie! Don’t do this to me. Please. I’ll do anything. Just stop this torture and fuck me like a lady is supposed to be fucked.”

Some would properly claim that calling her for a lady would be stretching things a bit, but it was the term Ron used to describe her. He always called her ‘His lady’.

“In that case, I suggest you better find that little red number with the corset top you have, because we are going to the movies tonight.”

Kim swallowed. She had bought it to tease him a bit. It was long before they had a sexual relationship. She had modeled it for him at the shop and enjoyed seeing him on the verge of a coronary. Then she had bought it, so she could use it to tease him later on. To tell the truth, she had never expected to actually wear it in public. Perhaps at an intimate candlelight dinner for two, but never in public.

“Please Ron. Anything but that.”

To her horror, Ron slowed down his movements even more. Kim groaned in frustration. He just wasn’t going to let this slide and after showing him that there could be a reward in the future, it would only get worse.
After hours of this, or at least several minutes, she was finally at the end of her rope. Deciding not to give a damn about whether or not it was proper, she opened her mouth.

“Okay! Damn you. I’ll wear the dress. Just fuck me and get it over with!”

She let out a long shaky moan, as her boyfriend picked up speed to a point where the force was bruising. Laying the side of her head down on the whet table, she let out a groan. It was incredible how intoxicating it felt to be laying here, completely sprawled out over the kitchen table, and just let her boyfriend pound away in her all the while he was manhandling her breasts. If anyone had asked her about it a year ago, she would have found the thought degrading and sick.
Right now it was her entire world and she loved it.
With a scream, Ron brought her over edge and her entire body shook from pent-up tension as it was finally released. She heard him groan loudly as her vagina clamped down around him trying to force every drop out of him that was humanly possible. Not for the first time Kim cursed whatever angel had possessed her to convince Ron to use a condom until after college. Right then and there it felt like an eternity where they would be separated by a piece of transparent rubber. Yet she knew that she would see the reason in it in a couple of hours. But right now it eluded her.
He collapsed on top of her, a clear sign that he to had reached his limit, and Kim’s ear was filled with the sound of him trying to catch his breath. She groaned as his grip on her breasts began to slacken. She was convinced that he would leave marks. Yet she couldn’t help but to smile contently. She would soon be adding charm number thirty-seven to her wrist chain. She wondered if Monique would be as captive an audience as she had been in the past. She figured that she would. The two always exchanged stories about their sexual encounters.
Apparently Brick that Monique had hooked up with at prom the year before, was a pretty good lover, although his personality had been a little repressed at the start. Apparently he was afraid to voice his opinion about certain things. Monique had told Kim that it had annoyed her, until she figured out that the poor guy was just trying to survive.
Kim could understand him trying to keep his opinions to himself when they weren’t the same as his current girlfriend. After all, Bonnie had bragged about how she had trained the guy to become the perfect boyfriend. To Bonnie, Kim suspected, it meant to shut up and carry the shopping bags.
Luckily both he and Monique had an interest for sport. Although Monique’s knowledge of football was a bit lacking, she was more then willing to learn and she now knew more about the subject then Kim did. The dark skin girl had told Kim how surprised she had been the first time they had really talked about sports.
It had been after one of those shopping trips where Monique had been really annoyed because she couldn’t get a real answer out of her boyfriend about the outfits she had picked up. When coming home, she had noticed that Brick seemed uncomfortable and had suggested that he went to see what was on the TV, while Monique fixed some cool drinks. She had found him watching some reruns of last season’s greatest football plays and he looked a lot more relaxed. When Monique had asked him a couple of questions about the game, Brick had started going over a few of the rules and upon realizing that Monique actually was interested, had gone into more details. According to Monique, and Kim had no reason to doubt it, the jock had actually gone as far as to demonstrate some of the plays on an old chessboard.
These days, Brick and his farther seldom sat down to watch a game, without Monique being present. Apparently the man liked his son’s change of taste and the dark skinned girl came and went at her boyfriend’s house, almost as freely as Kim and Ron could visit each other.
Kim let out a slight whimper as Ron pulled out of her. It had been wonderful while it was happening, but right now her lower parts were a bit tender. She tried to get up, but Ron gently pushed her down again, causing her to hiss slightly as her mistreated breasts were mashed against the table.

“Stay there for a moment KP. I’ll be right back.”

Kim sighed. She loved her boyfriend. She especially loved when he would order her around a bit. Sure it might be a leftover from the time of the caveman, but it still felt right to her. Not that she would allow him to tell her what to do constantly, but now and then it was real nice to be gently told to get him something to drink. Another thing she needed to ask her mother about.
She began to entertain herself with thoughts about what she would wear with the dress tonight. She figured that she wouldn’t need a bra, considering that the dress kept her breasts locked in place just fine. Perhaps a pair of lace stockings and a garter belt? Sure the garter belt would most likely show a bit, due to how short the dress was, but she could live with that. And just in case the public toilets were clean enough, not to mention not too crowded, she had a pair of lace panties that wouldn’t hamper them in their fun.
In less then a minute, he was back. He ran a finger down her, now exposed, back and leaned closer.

“We can’t have you dripping all over the floor. Not after all that work you have been doing around here. So just lay still while I clean you up.”

She groaned breathlessly as a washcloth were gently moved in between her labia and used to remove the residues from their lovemaking. Sure Ron had used a condom, but apparently she was something of a gusher. When she got aroused, she usually started dripping and after intercourse, she was practically flowing.
Sighing, she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation, slowly getting to the idea that cleaning sure is fun.
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