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The Bonnie Rockwaller House Party Blow Out	By : Ice13 Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 58260 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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RECAP: Last time, on Kim Possible: Bonnie and Kim both woke up after the previous night’s activities, each filled with regret for their house party rendezvous. Yet, after remembering each encounter, in explicit detail, they both also realized something else – they enjoyed it. While Kim tries to explain things to Tara, Bonnie hatches some sort of scheme for the unwitting Ron Stoppable...

WARNING: Dialogue heavy, but there is some good stuff in between.

The Bonnie Rockwaller House Party Blow Out
The Morning After, Part 2
by Ice13/zatanaslover

“You liked it?” Tara asked.

Moments earlier, the blonde cheerleader had been profusely apologizing for “freaking out” and “taking advantage” of her head cheerleader, one Kim Possible. However, after some tearful admissions, the blonde, who apparently enjoyed girls on a purely physical level, and who had been crushing on Kim, heard some very helpful words.

“From what I remember.” Kim blushed and turned away from Tara, tucking a loose strand of her red hair behind her cheek. “If it had been a complete turn off, drunk or no, I’m sure I would have told you no.”

The two were sitting on the ground in the laundry room, a space located in Bonnie Rockwaller’s basement. They each were wearing their shirts, but had blankets wrapped around their waists instead of pants or skirts. Tara scooted closer to Kim.

“And, well, you weren’t entirely in control either, were you?” Kim still refused to make eye contact with Tara. “You were kind of out of it when you first grabbed me.”

“Yeah, but I can hold my liquor better than you, K.” Tara was right at Kim’s side, but she stopped her final journey with a slump of her shoulders. She was now reclining on her side, resting on one outstretched arm.

“Well, you still gave me plenty of chances to back out,” Kim admitted, “And I... I remember really enjoying what you were doing.”

“How much do you remember?” Tara bit her lower lip.

“Only as far as...”

Kim had a few flashes in her memory, flashes of her pants being unbuttoned by Tara, of being on her knees kissing something sweet and wet while Tara’s fingers dragged through her hair, and flashes of Tara positioning the two of them with their legs entwined...

“Well,” Kim continued, blushing, “I remember you starting to... to touch my, uh,”

“Vagina?”

“Pussy, I guess. Why be formal?” Kim turned to Tara, chuckling, but upon seeing her, turned away again. “Anyway, I remember telling you to do anything you wanted, and then just sort of...”

“Letting go?”

“I guess so.” Kim suddenly put her face into her hands. “I’m so embarrassed!”

Tara quickly grabbed Kim by the shoulders and forced the redhead into a fierce hug. Tara began stroking Kim’s hair.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. All anyone saw was the usual partying crap; they witnessed the classic drunk party girls. No one should have seen us go down here. I won’t tell anyone.”

“But... Bonnie was watching me like a hawk all night, waiting for me to screw up or...”

“Hush,” Tara said, putting a finger on Kim’s lips. Kim’s eyes went wide and then turned up towards Tara. “I don’t know and I don’t care why you two can’t get along. I don’t pay attention to that sort of thing. But you shouldn’t worry, she stopped watching you minutes after you came in. She was planning some sort of special meet up with Brick.”

“You’re... you’re not just saying that?” Kim asked.

“Nope! I was glad, too. I hate it when you’re both at it.” Tara laughed as she switched from stroking Kim’s hair to rubbing her back. “Besides, even if Bonnie had seen anything, it’s not like she’s in a position to say anything either.”

Kim furrowed her eyebrows. Why couldn’t Bonnie say anything? Tara looked down at Kim, her lips wide, her teeth showing, and her eyes widened.

“Oops,” Tara said.

“What do you mean, ‘oops’?” Kim asked, backing out of Tara’s comforting embrace.

“Well, Bonnie can’t say anything for the same reason I can’t say anything.” Tara was sitting with her back straight and her head cocked upward. Then she slouched a little and looked away from Kim. “Of course, I already said something. But that doesn’t mean I can tell you the rest.”

Tara looked over at Kim. Kim had one eyebrow raised and her mouth hung slightly open.

“But you do need to know, so you know not to worry.” Tara sighed and looked away. “But I promised not to tell. But... I could give you the gist. Nothing concrete.” Tara looked back up at Kim. The blonde was doing her best version of the puppy dog pout.

“You could... I guess?” Kim said, or asked. Kim wasn’t really sure.

“Well, OK.” Tara was sitting up straight once more. “Let’s just say, Bonnie’s been in your position before, minus the beer. And, well, me. And, well, she didn’t like it that much. But, whatever...”

“Really?” Kim said, “Bonnie? No way.”

“She told me during a truth or dare thing. Promise me you won’t tell!” Tara leaned forward. “Please?” Kim wasn’t paying attention, instead moving from a kneeling position to a cross-legged one; she needed to think.

“Bonnie, huh? She’s just so... not... I don’t know...”

“Please, K!” Tara leapt forward and grabbed Kim by the shoulders. “You can’t say anything! I pride myself on being a good friend, and I don’t want Bonnie to know I blabbed. Promise me you won’t say anything!”

Kim suddenly had Tara, with her hands folded, in her lap. The blonde girl looked up at her, lip jutting out. Kim suddenly remembered why she had given Tara that first innocent kiss on the cheek. She reached down and cupped Tara’s face.

“Don’t worry, T, I promise.” Kim laughed lightly. “I won’t tell a soul.”

Tara sat buck up and wiped some sweat off of her brow. “Thank goodness! I didn’t know if you’d use it as ammo. Bonnie’s always pushing your buttons and... wait.”

“What?” Kim asked. The two were on an even field, looking into each other’s face.

“Why can’t you picture Bonnie... you know?”

“With another girl?”

“Yeah.”

There was a moment of silence. Kim looked down, her hair moving with that motion, lightly draping over the side of her face.

“Well, you see, what I... I liked about you doing, um, ‘things’ with me was that you were.” Kim trailed off.

Tara leaned forward. “I was what?”

“You were so, soft...” Kim looked up, “And gentle, and tender. And Bonnie’s not...”

“Any of those?” Tara asked.

“Nope!”

The two girls laughed, almost all of the tension of the morning gone. Kim was feeling better, causing her to continue talking.

“It just felt different than being intimate with a guy. Not that I’ve ever been that far with a guy. Not even with Josh...” Kim looked over at Tara. “Wait! What about Josh?”

“What about him?” Tara asked.

“Aren’t you two... dating? Or seeing each other? You two hooked up last Summer.”

“We broke up a few weeks back.” Tara shrugged.

“But you were so...”

“Nice together?” Tara asked. Kim nodded, so Tara continued. “That was the problem. The two of us were both just nice people, being nice together, doing nice things. It was kind of boring, really.”

Tara had a furrowed brow and a small pout on her face. It wasn’t an angry look, just the appearance of remembering something annoying, like the day you wore the same shirt as someone else and everyone pointed it out.

“Wow, I’m out of the loop.” Kim said. She hated not knowing this kind of stuff. She should be closer to the other cheerleaders.

“You were probably trying to stop some psycho from turning cows in killer robots or something, Kim,” Tara said, “I don’t really blame you.”

“Still,” Kim began.

“Still nothing!” Tara chirped. Kim looked over at Tara in surprise. “You beat yourself up over this kind of thing too much, or at least you do whenever we actually talk. Even you, the great Kim Possible, can only do so much.”

“Tara...” Kim smiled, as tears formed at the edges of her eyes.

“What, was that too,... I’m sorry if-“

It was Kim’s turn to put a finger to Tara’s lips. With her other hand, Kim grasped Tara’s fingers.

“Thank you for trying... so hard to make me feel normal.” Kim laughed. “I know it’s kind of funny considering the situation, but you’re just being so ‘no big’ about everything. It makes me feel like I’m not some action junkie just doing whatever she wants.”

“Your welcome, Kim.” Tara smiled and squeezed Kim’s hand.

“You’ve also been trying to help me experience new things, and well... I think I’d like to actually try and remember some of them.” Kim slid her hair over her shoulder. “If you want, I’m willing to give last night a... another...”

Tara leaned in as fast as a cat, kissing Kim straight on the lips. It was soft at first, and then Kim opened her mouth, and then their tongues began to dance. It was as soft, gentle, and tender as she had remembered.

*****
Bonnie knew she had to be careful. One wrong word, and her plan could go south faster than a bird in the fall. So she prepared herself mentally.

To review, Brick was the best status symbol for herself in the school. She loved boys dumb, and she loved them submissive. She’d considered him adequate to help relieve her ‘stress’ up until now, and she really did like dating the ‘ol QB.

However it now seemed that the Loser, Ron Stoppable, was packing the largest piece of equipment she’d ever seen in Middleton. Normally she’d ignore that and move on, but after experiencing the wonder of Stoppable’s tool last night (showing more initiative than she thought the boy was capable of), she knew she had try it when she was in complete control of the situation.

She was a Rockwaller, damn it, she got what she wanted! She also needed to make sure that he didn’t think he could blab about last night or use it against her in any way, so, with a deep breath, she prepared to put her plan into action. She was lying in bed, naked, alongside an equally nude Ron Stoppable. So, she reared a fist back and punched Ron Stoppable square in the crotch.

“Stoppable? What the fuck?!” Bonnie yelled. One might ask why she’d punch the appendage she apparently liked so much, but Bonnie was never the most rational girl in Middleton.

“Yeow!” Ron screamed, waking up to the most excruciating pain he’d experienced since an unfortunate run in with one of Professor Dementor’s trained poodles.

“What the hell are you doing in my bed? Get out! Out!” Bonnie was leaning away from Ron, pointing him towards the opposite end of the bed. She wrapped the blanket around her torso and was determined to hold on to it.

“What, I, ow, wait!” Ron stumbled over his words as he held onto his aching penis.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Bed!” Bonnie yelled, throwing pillows at him.

Ron finally slid out of the bed and began limping towards the door, holding onto his bruised manhood. Another pillow flew his way, and he held up his hands to block it.

“Cool it, I’m getting out!” Ron managed to squeak out.

Bonnie had to stop herself from looking too long at Ron’s now fully exposed endowment. She suddenly wished she hadn’t injured it, but reminded herself that it was for the greater good. Well, her good, anyway.

Ron managed to grab one of the fallen pillows and hide his penis behind it. He ran towards the door, not even thinking about the need for clothes.

“No, don’t go out there!” Bonnie hissed.

“You said get out!” Ron insisted. “I distinctly heard you.” Ron stopped, trying to look dignified while holding a Salutation Kitty pillow in front of his crotch.

“Listen, moron! One, you’re naked. Two, you would be leaving my room. Since most of the guests were staying the night, I don’t need to have you seen leaving MY room, got it?”

“But you said – “

“Got it?!”

Ron gulped and suddenly forgot all about the pain in his groin.

“Got it,” He said.

“Good,” Bonnie said, stepping out of the bed, but still holding the blanket tightly around herself. “Now that we have that out of the way, could you kindly explain what the fuck you were doing in bed with me?”

“Uh...” As always, Ron was quite the poet with words.

“Uh what, loser? I mean, we’re naked and... Oh no.” Bonnie raised a hand to her mouth and widened her eyes. She’d always thought she’d make a great actress, and now was the time to prove it.

“I, uh, we, uh...” Ron walked backwards, away from Bonnie.

“We didn’t!” Bonnie narrowed her eyes when she looked back at Ron.

“Yeah, um... sorry?” Ron said. One of his feet had landed on Bonnie’s discarded bra from the night before.

“Sorry?” Bonnie asked, “Sorry? Sorry doesn’t cover it! I don’t remember a damn thing, I was so wasted. You took advantage of me!”

Bonnie began walking towards Ron, pointing a finger in his direction. Ron tried to back up again but slipped on Bonnie’s bra, landing squarely on his butt all while flinging the bra high into the air, causing it to land on Ron’s head. Biting her lower lip for a moment to stop from laughing, Bonnie continued pointing down at Ron, still trying to berate him.

“You raped me, didn’t you, you little perv?” Bonnie grabbed another pillow (conveniently, the last) from her bed and hurled it at Ron. Then she kicked him in the knee. Hard.

“Oh dear God, the pain won’t stop!” Ron whined. Bonnie smirked, happy with that result.

“Considering I don’t know what the hell you did to me, it’s only an ounce of the punishment you deserve! I mean you, and... ugh! I didn’t even!”

Bonnie suddenly fell to her knees and conjured up a torrent of tears. This tactic was how she got her new shoes last week.

“I just feel so... so... violated!” Bonnie started to whimper and curled up into a ball.

After recovering from the pain, Ron looked over to the source of that most horrible of noises – the sound of a girl crying. Ron couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but it was true. The Queen Bitch herself was in tears. And it was his fault. He leaned over towards her.

“I’m... I’m sorry, Bon-“ Ron tried to put a hand of Bonnie’s shouler, but she pulled it away.

“Don’t touch me!” Bonnie hissed. She looked up at him. “How could you do this to me? Do you hate me that much?”

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no... I was just....” Ron was at a loss. Bonnie did... annoy him at times, but he was too relaxed of a person to hold grudges. Bonnie’s issues with ‘the food chain’ and the social order, well, those weren’t his problems.

“Why else would you do this, other than humiliate me, brag to your friends, and...” Bonnie threw in a quick sniff. That should put him over the edge.

“I don’t hate you Bonnie, and I’d never brag about this. I’m... I’m so ashamed.”

“You’re ashamed? You’re the hero, the nerd who bagged me. I’ll be labeled a slut!” Bonnie knew full well that would happen. She, herself, was often the first to throw that stone. It’s a good thing Ron would be too scared of being labeled a rapist to do anything about it.

“I’m ashamed because I took advantage of you. That’s not cool.” Ron kneeled in front of Bonnie and tried to look into her eyes. “It shouldn’t matter how... how attractive you were, or how much I wanted to. The moment I knew you were drunk I should have left.”

“You... you think I’m attractive?” Bonnie asked. Well, she didn’t need to ask; she’d seen the Loser look at her more than enough times. “It wasn’t to get back at me? You did this because you thought I was hot?”

“Well... yeah!” Ron said simply.

“Hotter than Kim?” Bonnie asked.

Ron would normally have a hard time answering this. There was a list of pros and cons in regards to each woman’s hottness factor. However, considering the situation, and how quickly he needed to make things right, he knew what to say.

“Oh, yeah, way hotter than Kim,” Ron said, spreading his arms wide. “Hotter than even, uh, Tara, or anyone on the cheer squad.”

“Really?” Bonnie looked up. Now, Bonnie didn’t have the puppy dog pout, as one had to be pure of heart to possess it. What she did have was a sex pout; something that works spectacularly on single, horny men.

“I’d dare say hotter than Britina!” Ron lied. He needed her feeling good.

“Well, I don’t feel attractive...” Bonnie lied as well. She stood up and sat on her bed. Looking down at Ron, she continued, “This is just so hard for me, Ron. Not that I can blame you. I mean, having this deep crush for me must have been so hard.”

“Yeah, been crushing for, like, ever.” Ron did not like where this was going. His laugh was nervous.

“Well, since you seem contrite, you can make things up to me. But you have to promise you’ll do anything I ask, Stoppable. Anything.”

“Yeah, anything!” Ron said without thinking. He just needed a way out.

“Swear on your friendship with Kim,” Bonnie said quickly, “Swear on that little, rat thing you carry with you, and on, uh, Bueno Nacho, that you’ll do whatever I ask until you’ve made this up to me.”

“I, uh...” Ron wasn’t sure about this. Things were getting too vauge for his tastes.

“Unless you want me to have to say something to someone, so I can work through this traumatic...” Bonnie began saying.

“I, Ron Stoppable, swear on Kim, Rufus, and Bueno Nacho that I’ll do whatever you ask to make my violating you, up to you!” Ron said.

Bonnie grinned. She had him!

*****

Time had passed swiftly for Ron and Kim. Despite both receiving quite different shocks upon waking up, each teenager was now part of a secret agreement. Both had outlined their agreements quickly and vaguely, but neither’s life would be the same.

Ron now had to perform certain unnamed tasks for Bonnie Rockwaller, the Queen Bee of Middleton and the sworn rival of his best friend Kim Possible. She said she’d contact him by email under a secret name. She didn’t want any evidence of fraternizing with “the Loser.”

Kim, meanwhile, had plans to come out to Tara’s house to “study” next Friday night. Barring a need to stop a plan for world domination. Or at least statewide domination. Kim was determined to live in the moment for once.

The two friends had met hesitantly at the front door to Bonnie’s. They spoke at the same time.

“Sorry I mis-“

They stopped talking at the same time as well.

“I’d rather not explain,” Kim said, looking at the downcast eyes of her friend, “I have a feeling you wouldn’t either.”

“This is why you’re my best friend, Kim.” Ron said, smiling suddenly and wiping some sweat off of his forehead. “Let’s just get home.”

“Definitely.”

“After you.” Ron opened to the door for Kim, and the two left behind one of the strangest night of their lives. Perhaps even stranger things were to come. But that, is another story.

The End... for now.

AUTHOR’S NOTE
Thanks for your patience, and I apologize for the end. I just realized that I couldn’t keep the title as it was, and do the future installments that I have planned. So, look for a sequel... preferably before the end of the year!
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