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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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Hey everyone! Wow, has it been awhile or what? Geez, I’m almost embarrassed at how long it’s taken this to come out, but I’m sure you are all just happy to see an update. Just one thing to say before you go to the chapter, a lot of reviews seemed worried that I may have abandoned the story, but I just want to say that I have no intention of doing so. And even if I do ever stop, not that I ever plan to, I would never just leave you guys hanging like that! The least I would do is post a notice as a chapter telling you all that there will be no more updates. So please, have some patience and try not to worry. Also, as a new feature of my chapters I would like to reward the kind individuals that took the time to leave a review by giving them a little shout out and answering whatever questions they might have. If I missed you by accident, please let me know and I will correct it accordingly. I only hope that a few of you will read these and feel inspired to write a few of your own. Please do so, it would mean ever so much. ^u^
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Chapter tags: Consensual, fingering/handjob, slight FemDom, oral, anal, and blackmail.
Girl(s): Kim/Shego
Toy: the Go-Phone.
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Where… am I?
Looking around, my face curled in confusion. The first thing I noticed was that it was dark. No matter where I tried to see I was met with the same empty void. Scratching my head, I couldn’t remember at all how I could have gotten here. My mind was just… blank.
Taking a few steps forward, I continued to study my surroundings, looking for any clue that could tell me what was happening. Unfortunately, this led me to nowhere, leaving me lost in the darkness.
“Stoppable…” a voice called from beyond. Snapping my head around, my eyes were wide as I searched for where it could have come from. It seemed… familiar, like a long lost friend I had forgotten. But other than this ingrained emotion I had no other way of identifying what the voice could want.
Deep in my heart, I could felt the telltale signs of cowardice creeping upon me, telling me to run. Except this time, it seemed I had nowhere to flee to.
“Stoppable,” it called out once more, this time much more clear. And with it came a light shining far off in the distance, piercing the darkness around me. At the sight of it, I found myself drawn like a planet orbiting a star. It was calming, relaxing almost.
Without even realizing I had begun to walk towards it.
With each step I could feel my heart pick up in pace. With each step my breathing increased, becoming almost labored in the effort. And it was with this effort that I was able to detect a faint odor, wafting in the air around me.
Closing my eyes, my heart clenched as I drew the scent into my lungs. It filled my head and my heart, lifting them higher than even the light had managed to bring out in me. Unfortunately, as wonderful as the scent was, for the life of me, I couldn’t pin down just what it was…
“Stoppable,” the voiced interrupted, breaking my concentration and forcing me to lose the wonderful smell.
Turning an annoyed glare in the light's direction, I found the calming effect gone. Suddenly, all I wanted was for the light to go as far from my person as was possible for stealing the scent away from me.
Without warning I gasped as the space around me seemed to shift, rushing around me in a dizzying display of speed. Right before then, I never though emptiness could even be noticeable. But that fact was proven wrong as I was shown first hand just how fast it could move.
Looking up I was surprised to see the light disappearing back into the darkness just as quick as it had come. Frozen for a moment, I paused before realizing that I was the thing that was moving.
“Stoppable!” The voice called out for the last time, panic bleeding from his tone. And dare I say, fear. But it was no use. Even now it was less than a whisper, barely audible in my swift retreat.
In the last few moments before the ball of light disappeared completely, I stared at it, watching as it grew smaller and smaller. But then, just as the last bit of it seemed to disappear, I gasped as the darkness became illuminated, burning my eyes in a blinding display of bright white light.
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Gasping for breath, my eyes were wide with panic as I found myself back in my room, drenched with sweat and my heart pounding in my ribcage. It takes me a moment to recall where I am, but once I do, I can’t hold back my sigh of relief.
Through the window warm rays of sunlight were just beginning to pour in from the rising sun, casting a warm orange hue onto everything they touched. Even in the irritation of waking I could not deny the peaceful atmosphere.With a weary gaze I looked at my bedside clock and marveled at the sight of an extra half hour before I usually awoke.
In the back of my head, I tried to remember the last time I had woken up earlier than I needed to. This proved to only confuse me even further, for as long as I can remember this had never happened.
What was that? I wondered, disturbed. Tracing my hand through my hair, I grimaced at the slick sweat clinging to the blond tresses. I put this in the back of my mind, however, as I tried to make sense of the strangeness I had awoken from.
Thinking back, I tried to remember what it was I had just seen. Usually, my dreams consisted of images of cheese, Kim or when I was really lucky, both. It was one of the reasons sleeping was one of my favorite activities. But this… I can’t remember ever dreaming anything like that.
The memory of the cold, almost sterile environment of the void like place gave me chills. I couldn’t shake the sensation of flying as I raced through the empty space. Part of me couldn’t help but laugh at myself for my overreaction to a simple dream. Which, in all honesty, was most likely just the product of too much salsa before bed. But then another part, a stronger, more prominent part couldn’t help but wonder what if it had meant anything more.
“Euuuu, Ron, euuuu,” a garbled voice appeared, drawing my attention to light pressure pushing against my side.
Looking down I spot my pet and best friend Rufus peering up at me, concern clear in his beady black eyes. Unable to help myself, I smiled, touched by his concern.
“Don’t worry little guy, just a bad dream,” I tried to reassure him, and myself. Lifting him to eye level I gave the little dude a broader smile, trying to inspire confidence in my words. But even then, he continued to stare at me looking no less worried.
With a heavy sigh, I placed him back on the bed, giving extra care to rub his head in a gentle but affectionate pet. This seemed to mollify him if only a bit as he stretched, rubbing back into my fingers and chattering in happiness. Unable to help myself, I found a small bubble of laughter lifting in my chest, erasing whatever lingering negative clouds the dream might have left hovering over my head.
Looking back at the clock I scratched my head, unsure what to do with the sudden amount of extra time I had on my hands. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option. As much as I tried to tell myself that it was just a dream, I sure as heck didn’t want to risk the chance of falling back into it. Once was enough.
“Euuuw,” Rufus cooed, once again drawing my attention. Giving it to him, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the sight of him rubbing his pudgy tummy looking as pitiful as ever. “Cheeeeese,” he groaned out, whimpering in obvious hunger. Cocking an eyebrow I smiled at my idea.
“Since we have a little extra time on our hands, why don’t I whip up an omelet?” I asked, already knowing his reaction.
“Cheese!?” he brightened considerably, almost pleading in his tone. In response I nodded my head, laughing in agreement.
“Extra cheese,” I corrected with pleasure. This sent my little friend in near hysterics as he began to jump up and down, pulling at my loose shirt in a futile attempt to usher me from bed.
Throwing my covers off of me, I gave a sigh as I rose to my feet off the mattress. Cracking my back as I stretched my limbs, I relished in the delicious sensations the act sent crashing through my body. This pleasure ended, however, as I raised my arms, exposing my armpits as well as the rancid scent clinging to them after a long night of sweat. “Ugh.”
“Rufus, I think cheese will have to wait a bit,” I spoke with caution, trying my best not to take another whiff of my own smell. Casting a glance at Rufus he was still quite animated, clearly pleased with how this day was already turning up. This joy was of course squashed the moment he registered my words.
“Uh!” he grunted in obvious outrage, stomping his tiny foot as he glared up at me. This brought yet another smile to my face as I reached down, scooping him and began walking towards the bathroom.
“Relax,” I admonished. “Hygiene first, then the cheese.” While he still seemed put out, this still calmed him enough to stop shooting me the stink eye.
Walking across the room, I reached the door leading to my bathroom, only to feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Without warning I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to look behind me. And without a second thought I gave into this urge, whipping my head around and curling my brow in confusion as I found not a single thing out of the ordinary. Frozen like this for a moment, I took one last glance around the room before turning back towards the bathroom.
And that’s when it hit.
Like a knockout blow my eyes snapped shut as I drew in a lung full of air, drowning in the faint scent of what I could barely detect as some kind of flower. Taking a second breath, my heart leapt in my chest as I realized this be the exact same smell as the one I had experienced in my dream.
Confusion marring my features I once again wracked my brain trying to remember what it was that was connected to this smell. But once again, my mind remained a haze, offering little more than the faint impression of snow drifting along the recess of my mind.
“Uh, uh, okay?” Rufus asked, chattering out the word in concern.
Turning my attention to him I quirked an eyebrow in speculation. “Can you… ah, do you…?” Unsure how to ask him what I wanted, I took a deep breath and banished the smell from my mind. And much to my surprise, I found that the actual smell had already dissipated, disappearing back from where it had come. “Never mind,” I said, shaking my head. And with that I pushed the smell to the back of my mind and entered my bathroom.
Once inside, both me and Rufus went about our normal morning routines. Side by side we brushed our teeth in quick succession before relieving ourselves and stripping for the shower. A two man team, we worked like a well-oiled machine.
With my clothes in the hamper I put myself under the warm spray of the shower and sighed in relaxation. Next to me, on a small shelf usually reserved for soaps and shampoos, Rufus mirrored my actions, reveling in the relaxing spray of the shower.
Unable to help it, as I lather my hands with soap and began to scrub my body my mind instinctively began to wander to a scene oh, so familiar.
Monique.
Just a few days ago, she had been just like this, completely unaware that I had been watching her the entire time. Like a DVD on a screen the image of her soaped up, lathering her body in complete obliviousness was still sharp in my mind. This brought forth an unstoppable reaction as my member began to rise to life. But Rufus being the only one in the room, I had no fear of offending him as he had seen me in all the worst of my growing adolescence.
It had been an extreme invasion of her privacy, and I knew if she ever found out about it, among other things she would no doubt beat the snot out of me. But even still, as I recalled her slick body glittering in the lamplight I felt all my guilt wash away. Right down into the drain with the rest of the dirt.
Opening my eyes, I couldn’t help but take a moment and scan the bathroom. I knew the chance of an intruder was slim, but the having done what I did; I couldn’t help but feel a spark of paranoia. It was time I put all that behind me now. I’d had my fun, as bad as it may be. Now it was time to focus on Kim. No more messing around in things I shouldn’t.
With a shake of my head, I spilled the last of the soap from my hair and turned the nozzle closed. “Cheese time buddy,” I announced with a grin. The small rodent had no argument to voice as he shook his body dry before jumping into my hand and catching a ride as I strolled back into my room.
Getting dressed was no real hassle as I donned my usually baggy jersey and even baggier pants. Fashion has never been too much of a worry of mine. Or at least, not enough of one to push me out of my comfortable preferences. And so, with that out of the way, I grabbed my school bag from the corner of my room and left through the door.
With all the finesse of a rhinoceros, I walked down the hallway outside my door before stomping down the stairs to get to the kitchen. This is where I glanced at the clock only to find that I still had twenty minutes before I would need to leave for school.
Seeing this I couldn’t help but shake my head in wonderment. Usually, I was lucky if I could scarf down a cold bowl of cereal before being forced to flee out the door. Maybe waking up a little earlier is worth it, I mused. But then, giving it only a second thought, a wide grin broke across my face. Naw.
Letting Rufus up on the counter I turned to the kitchen's fridge only to stop for a moment as my eyes caught sight of a yellow sticky not placed on the handle.
Ron, your father and sighed up for a weeklong hiking expedition in the Rocky Mountains. Isn’t that exciting! Anyway, we should be back next Tuesday so you’ll have to make due with the money on the kitchen table. Careful not to spend it all on junk! Mom
Finishing the note I can’t help but roll my eyes. For as long as I’ve been able to feed myself Mom and Dad seemed to almost always be off on some crazy cruise or adventure, sometimes weeks at a time. In all honestly, I’m more surprised to see them home than away nowadays.
Casting a glance over my shoulder I did indeed spot a small envelope, no doubt holding just enough money to keep me from starving on the kitchen table.
From an early age, it wasn’t hard for me to realize my parents hadn’t exactly been ready to have children. Not that they were bad parents exactly, just… absent. When they got married, they had their entire futures planned. It’s just bad luck that I wasn’t part of it.
Crushing the note in my hand, I threw it behind me trying to ignore the black pit in my stomach. It didn’t do any good to feel bitter, the only option I have is to put it past me.
And with that in mind, I forced my smile back onto my face and opened the fridge to retrieve the necessary ingredients to make two badical, Ron Stoppable style omelets!
As I began to rummage around in the fridge my hands froze as the same sensation as earlier energized the hair on the back of my neck, urging me to turn around. And once again, I remained helpless as I gave into this urge, pulling my head out of the fridge to glare at the view around me.
Imagine my surprise when I found absolutely nothing.
Taking extra care to look for any kind of sign, my brow furled in confusion as I could have sworn I’d felt someone… watching me. That sent a cold shiver right up my spine.
Opening my mouth, I was just about to call out to my intruder when my nose caught the faint but noticeable trace of flowers in the air, which was beginning to feel very familiar. This only confused me even further as there was nothing in my home that I knew of that could produce such a scent.
With a small frown of concern I held my hand to my head and swallowed nervously. Phantom scents were a sign of a brain tumor, weren’t they? I wondered with paranoia.
Hearing a bout of grunts and chattering, I turned my gaze back to my friend as he stared at me, a pleading and hungry glint in his eyes. This was only accentuated by the miniature bib, knife, and fork he carried, showing he was ready for even the hardiest of breakfasts.
“Okay, okay,” I relented. “Sorry buddy, just a little distracted this morning.” And with that I retrieved what I needed from the fridge and set out to make our meal.
With all the time in the world, I was finally in my element as I set the burners, cracked the eggs, and set about adding the spices I knew would bring out the best flavor in the meats and cheeses. Cooking was my thing, my one skill I could always be proud of. Nothing made me happier than seeing people I love enjoying my food. Even if that person is a naked mole rat. Which is why, as the food was finished, I took a moment to just sit back and enjoy the joy filled expression on my best friend's face as he began to chow down.
With ten minutes still available, I took my time eating, devouring my food just a bit faster than a normal person and savoring each bite as it slid down my throat. Mmm, seeing others eat my cooking may be the best part, but sampling it myself is definitely a close second!
Unfortunately the next time I looked up at the clock it seemed I spent too much time savoring my meal as I squeaked in surprise, scrambled to grab my backpack and find the rest of the things I needed to leave for school. It was only once this was accomplished that I ran back to my meal in hopes of scarfing it, only to find the once cheesy treat gone.
Immediately I turned a tired expression at my pink friend, giving him an annoyed stare as he rested on the table with a content and sleepy expression on his face. “You could have asked you know,” I admonished, causing a confused and indignant expression to form on his face.
As he began to chatter animatedly, I rolled my eyes not bothering to decipher what he was trying to tell me. I didn’t have time. So instead I was forced to forgive him as I scooped him up and plopped him right in my pocket.
With my passenger on board I hefted my bag onto my shoulder and was out the door and into my garage where I could see my blue baby waiting for me to ride her into the sunset, or… sunrise in this case.
In all seriousness, I knew my ride was a piece of junk, but it was my piece of junk. And I loved it. It was one of the first things I ever bought that didn’t include a grande size and for that reason alone, even if it only traveled two miles an hour, I was proud to call it mine.
“Buckle up Rufus.” Getting on the small scooter I laid my bag on the back before starting it up. Right away my ears purred at the sound of its rattling, sputtering motor.
Revving it a couple times I felt myself lurch back as it pulled out the garage and set me on the path to school. It was this time of the day that was the best. I mean it might be kind of weird to say, but sometimes, when it’s just me and my machine, scorching’ across the blacktop, I kinda lose myself.
With that thought in mind, I let myself relax and enjoy the wind in my helmet as I strolled down the roads.
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Arriving at school, I felt my blood hum in my veins. Around me teen after teen strolled past, streaming into the building in front of me from cars, bikes, buses and more. Some walked in groups, speaking loudly in amused, friendly conversations. And others remained silent, walking along with tired and haggard features, obviously already exhausted before even stepping foot in the large building.
With the buzz of conversations and vehicles all around I stepped off my bike and gave the morning a broad, shining smile that could only be described as pure, one hundred percent Ronshine.
I knew today was going to be a good day. Despite being Monday, despite my morning’s bizarre awakening, despite even every other morning that has shown my luck, I knew that this was going to be my day. And how I knew this could be quite easily explained in two simple words.
Kim Possible.
Oh yes. Today was my day. Because today was the first step in Kim becoming mine. And that was worth smiling about.
With a hop in my step and grin on my face, I walked away from the parking lot and entered the stream of children shuffling into the building.
It had been two days since I’d last seen my friend. An entire weekend spent waiting for the opportunity to see her. This left me desperate, driven as I navigated the mindless drones of sleep walking high schoolers. For the past week and a half both me and Kim were in a bit of a tiff over a slight misunderstanding. But three days ago, also known as the best day of my life, I had learned of a secret that had changed my life. Kim Possible, thee Kim Possible, my best friend and all around pall had fallen under the assumption that I had a girlfriend.
And she was jealous.
And after just a bit of coaxing on my end, I had managed to inspire her to pursue those feelings. The manner in which I did this could be considered a bit underhanded, but hey. All's fair in love and war. What really matters is that after years of watching from afar, I finally have the chance to get the girl.
Back at school, this was the first opportunity I’ve had to see her since that fateful sleepover.
My mind was racing, a whirlwind of anxious excitement. What would I say? What would I do? I had answers to none of this and yet I couldn’t care less. All that mattered was Kim. And soon enough, she would be mine.
The soft sensation of stirring caught my attention, forcing me to look down and smile as Rufus emerged, stretching his tiny limbs as he awoke from his post breakfast nap. The life of a mole rat wasn’t an easy one, but I had to say, it has its perks.
After a few moments of drowsy blinking, I watched as his beaded black eyes turned up at me and then to my shirt as he grabbed the cloth, using it like a ladder to scale my body in a matter of seconds and appear on my shoulder.
“Hi,” he squeaked, waving his tiny paw in my face.
“Nice nap?” I asked, already knowing he had been sleeping like a rock. Regardless, he nodded his head, looking quite pleased with himself as a cheeky grin spread across his face.
Matching it with my own, I gripped my bag tight against my back as the flow of students continued to rush. Without warning, I found myself reeling as I crashed into the floor, a particularly large framed senior smacking into my shoulder as he passed.
“Hey!” I heard Rufus call after him. But the muscle bound teen didn’t even bother to look back as he continued to walk, laughing with his jock friends.
“It’s okay buddy,” I reassured him, grimacing only slightly as I rubbed my now sore shoulder. It never did any good to get upset over small stuff like that. And even if I did, the worst I could do was stain that guy’s shoes as he stomps on my head.
Cuz that would show him.
Hearing my words, Rufus paid them no mind as he continued to raise his voice, squeaking in anger as his tiny fist shook angrily, regardless of the fact that the dude was already long gone.
Laying on the floor I looked up to see the other students streaming around me, like a river around a stone. Unperturbed by their neglect, I grew used to being ignored a long time ago. Especially when I need help. One thing never ceases to amaze me in humanity is there almost ungodly apathy in everything that isn’t themselves. It takes a rare type of person to have the courage to reach out to someone in their time of need. Even rarer in high school. No, even in all my years of being alive, I can only think of one person whose good enough to be that kind. And it’s about time I got off the floor so I can go and see her.
“Ron?” a voice broke through the crowd, interrupting my thoughts.
Preparing to pick myself off the ground I found my limbs frozen as I registered the gentle, feminine voice saying my name. And sure enough, as I raise my head, I feel my eyes widen at the sight of Kim standing over me, a look of concern plastered across her features.
“Ron?” she tried again. “You… okay?”
Staring down at me from above, the usual dim and bleak lighting of the school hallway seemed to shine around Kim’s visage, giving an angelic glow to her already inhuman beauty. With a startled jolt, I realized the lighting wasn’t the only source of her jaw dropping image.
From her feet to her hair my eyes trailed up her young body, staring at the daring and sexualized outfit she had chosen to don on this day. Gone was her regular green tank top and cargo pants, and there placed I found a shimmering beaded ensemble dipping dangerously low to expose her modest cleavage. Around her hips, my cheeks flared at the tight, black skirt wrapped to highlighting her hips and tight backside. Reaching well above an inch past her knee, it should have been illegal to expose such legs in public. And yet, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
If Bonnie were to wear something like this, I knew Kim would be the first to roll her eyes at such obvious intentions. And yet here she was, dressed to the nines and all for me. And that wasn’t even the least of it.
In high school you see more than your fair share of young women attempting to boost their allure through means of cosmetics and other types of goods. Rarely did this amount to anything other than coming off trashy. Kim, though, seemed to have achieved what so many girls have failed to as the artful application made her face as beautiful as a painting.
With a rough coloring above her eyes, the green orbs appeared dusty and roguish as they gleamed in the florescent lighting. As well as her cheekbones which had been brushed ever so slightly, giving them a warm peach tint, highlighting her bone structure and drawing the gaze of anyone close enough to see it. Her eyelashes seemed to stretch on forever as I traced them with my eye, each one a graceful, dark feather curling up from her eyelids in a fan of sultry desire. This was all overshadowed by the devilishly coloring of her lips, dyed a soft red that bordered on pink, but remained too passionate to be anything but.
Yes, this was the vision that had stolen my breath.
Catching my obvious staring, Kim’s already colored cheeks flushed red unknowing curling her lips in a brief, but obvious smile. Without waiting for my reply, she automatically stuck her hand out, offering me a hand up. And unable to do anything else, I smiled gratefully as I took it, depending on her strength as she hoisted me back onto my feet.
Ducking my head, I could barely manage to look at her as I berated myself for allowing her to find me in such an embarrassing position. Kim on the other hand seemed to not care in the slightest as she shyly peered at me through awkward glances. For a few moments, each of us were stuck like this, unable to speak and frozen by the other person's mere presence. This lasted for thirty seconds of unbearable silence, until…
“Thanks…” I choked on the word, blushing brightly at my inability to speak. Kim didn’t seem to care in the slightest, however, as her gaze switched, jumping from the floor to look directly at my face.
“No big…” she responded, curling the edge of her lips upwards adorably. And seeing her smile brought my own out full force as I grinned in the most idiotic of ways. Kim didn’t seem to mind it, though, as her lips stretched accentuating her bright pink lip balm.
But then, as if she suddenly remembered our situation, her smile vanished, replaced by a look of sadness as she stared back down at the floor. For a few moments, I watched her as she refused to meet my gaze, nervously chewing on her lip like she had something she wanted to say. This came to a stop as she peeked at me from under her eyelashes, a pleading sparkle burning in her eye.
“Can… can we talk? I- I promise to not be crazy,” she added in a rush. I could tell she had meant it as a joke, but the clear undertone of fear was undeniable as she looked actually afraid I would say no.
“Yes!” I responded, shouting at her in my excitement. It was only once I saw her shocked expression that I realized my error. “Ha-ha, I- I mean,” I tried to back track. “Yea, mhmm, t- that’d be great.” As embarrassing as it was Kim didn’t seem to notice as a deep and long sigh of relief to rush from her nose.
The trip was silent, almost awkwardly so. Being completely honest, this wasn’t exactly how I imagined this day going. But regardless, I couldn’t help but enjoy the light spirited hope that continued to flutter in my chest just from being near her. It wasn’t much, but it gave me the strength I needed to keep going.
After a few minutes of walking we stopped once we appeared at her locker. It was here Kim looked at me, the emotion pouring from her deep, beautiful green eyes.
“I’m sorry!” she suddenly blurted out, the volume of her voice both shocking me and causing a few people around us to turn their heads. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, ignoring them completely.
For a moment I said nothing, just opting to stare at her in utter confusion. “KP,” I answered, shaking my head. “What are you-“
“I- I know I’ve been acting crazy,” she sighed in exasperation, cutting me off. Outwardly her brows were curled in frustration, an overall tense and stressed expression. “And don’t try and tell me I wasn’t,” she added after a moment, giving me a guilty but knowing look.
“Ah,” I hesitated, unsure if agreeing was the best course of action. Coughing into my hand, I pulled it back to scratch the back of my neck, unable to help the nervous habit from acting up. “Maybe a little,” I winced, shying away from her just a step. Thankfully, the explosion I expected never went off.
With a huff of air Kim rolled her eyes at my attics before giving me an embarrassed look. “I know, and I’m sorry,” she grimaced. “I’m your friend, and if you really do have a girlfriend… I should be happy for you.” Said through grit teeth, I could see Kim was anything but happy. And for this one time, this made me unbelievably happy.
“N- no. Come on KP, really I should have told you… or something,” I grimaced at my half-baked apology. Honestly, the worse part of lying is keeping them all straight. “I mean, I should have trusted you enough to at least tell you the truth.”
Not denying any of what I admitted, Kim simply nodded her head, still looking slightly put off. Becoming still for a moment, Kim’s face froze in the way I knew her mind was going a mile a minute. To anyone else it would have lasted barely a second. But to me, the guy that’s known her her entire life, I could see the slight change.
So slow that I wasn’t even aware she had moved, Kim slipped herself two steps closer to me, placing her just a hand’s width away. Realizing this sudden close proximity, I stared at Kim, cheeks burning. She on the other hand, looked completely at peace, smiling softly as if nothing at all had happened. “I just… I don’t know. When I saw that lipstick and you wouldn’t tell me who it was from… I care about you, and… and I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” Kim attempted to explain herself.
Feeling a sudden warmth on my arm, I looked down in surprise as I found Kim’s hand resting gently on my bicep. Turning my shocked expression to Kim, she simply continued to smile, innocent as ever and twice as devious.
“Ron,” she spoke, flashing her pearly white teeth and sending my hormone ridden brain to mush. “Can’t we just… put all of this behind us and go back to how things were? I miss my best friend.” And with that I found myself frozen as a softer version of the puppy dog pout suddenly found its way onto Kim’s face.
Tied tighter than any knot Camp Wannaweep could ever teach, my tongue struggled to form a coherent response resulting in a corresponding fit of nervous giggling and brainless stammering. Kim didn’t look to mind much, as my reaction only seemed to make her smile grew even wider.
“KP,” I finally managed to stutter out. “C-come on. You kno-“
‘BRIIIIIIIIIIIING’
Out of nowhere, interrupting me, the first bell rang obnoxiously loud throughout the hallway. And like a chemical reaction, the small space was suddenly filled with reaction as students began to shove each other, fighting to rush to their first hour class. Kim and I avoided this mayhem by sticking close to the lockers and waiting for the excitement to cool a bit.
“Um, R-Ron,” she spoke, her flirtatious demeanor faltering if only for a second. “What was that you were going to say?”
Feeling my cheeks redden, I ducked my head a bit before turning back to her, offering a small grin. “Kim-“
“Stoppable! Possible! What is the hold up?!” a sudden and boisterous voice suddenly boomed. Groaning audibly both of us turned to see Mr. Barkin sauntering toward us, his usual no nonsense expression prominent in masculine authority. “Well?” he asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “Do I need to explain what that bell means or are you going to get to class?”
“Sorry Mr. B,” I apologized. Already I could see the extra homework weighing in my backpack. “We’ll get going right away. We just need to-”
“Oh, I'm sorry,” the burly man apologized. “Did the bell ring at an inconvenient time this morning?” Listening to his words I could feel the sarcasm dripping from his lips. Already my eyes drooped in exhaustion. “Well, next time I’ll be sure to ask what time of the morning works for you. Does that sound acceptable Stoppable?!”
Inwardly I groaned at his demeaning tone. Butting heads with guys like this was impossible. They were like brick walls. In all my years of dealing with Mr. B, I’ve found only one real way to get out of his screaming lessons.
“Man, that’s sounds awesome!” I agreed with his suggestion, earning a surprised, and then an irritated expression to flash across his square shaped head. “I was thinking like, twelve, maybe one-ish? Ya know? I mean, I really need that extra beauty sleep to work at my fullest capacity.”
Seeing his face turn bright red I couldn’t help but snicker at his expression. It’s not like Mr. B was a bad guy or anything. On the contrary, when you really get to know the guy he actually pretty cool. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let him do whatever he wants. Besides, he’d get bored, if I didn’t mess with him a bit.
Flinching back, I can already feel the detention falling on my shoulders. Thankfully, just as Barkin’s mouth began to open, barking orders at the ready, Kim Possible once again saved the day.
“Ron!” she exclaimed, an expression of apologetic worry. “Don’t worry Mr. Barkin. We’ll head to class right now. Wont we Ron?” she stressed through clenched teeth.
Having already had my fun, I nodded my head and allowed her to pull me down the hall, away from the silently glowering man. It really was too easy.
“Ron,” Kim spoke. Letting go of her death grip on my arm, her hand remained where it was leaving me grinning. “Can we… continue our conversation later? Like, after class?” Looking at me, her nervousness had returned.
Nodding my head, I grinned at her, more than happy to do whatever she wanted. “Sure,” I agreed. Kim returned my smile, giving me a small wave as she retreated off to her own class.
Seeing Kim walk away, I have never been so depressed we didn’t have class together. Only the thought of seeing her afterward was enough to get me to walk away and towards my class. Though something tells me, I might not get too much done today…
The hours that followed proved to be unsurprisably wonderful. Tru to her wishes, returning from classes things really did seem to return to normal. We talked, we laughed, we hung out at her locker, it was everything back to the way it was supposed to be. Only… a bit more.
Telling one of my more than stupid jokes, instead of rolling her eyes, Kim seemed to actually laugh. And every so often, if the situation would warrant it, Kim seemed to take the effort and touch me in any way she could. Whether that be a gentle hand on my arm, or a playful swat on my chest. If I weren’t aware of her jealous intentions, such things could have easily passed without my notice. But as it was, I knew exactly what she was doing, and I couldn’t be happier. And rather than disturb her flirting actions, I chose to simply enjoy them.
Amazingingly, these types of encounters continued throughout the day. And so lost in this wonderland was I that I could not even tell how much time had gone by as walked back from my third class of the day. Rounding the corner, I could only smile, blissful and ignorant as my favorite red head came splendorisly into view.
“Wanna… go grab some lunch?” she offered upon my arrival, coyly hiding half of her face be-hind her mane of red locks.
Widening my eyes in surprise, I looked around to see students standing about, relaxed and with food in hand. For a moment, I simply remained quiet, frozen in the implications of what had just transpired. I… I had forgotten about lunch…
Feeling a twinge of pain in my heart at the mere thought, I forced myself to push it down and harden my features. What’s important was Kim. And that’s what I needed to focus on.
“You know it, KP,” I replied, putting on my best smile. And before I could talk myself out of it, I held out my arm, offering it to her like an old timely gentleman. Looking taken back for a mo-ment Kim looked at my arm and then back at me as if she was unsure it was okay. I know that this was pushing things a bit.
Up until now Kim had been the one to iniciate our phiscal contact. So no doubt the teen was sur-prised by my initiative. But as she took my arm, wrapping her own around it and nestling it against the side of her breast, I could see a slight look of excitement rush through her at my will-ingness to initiate physical contact.
This was very clearly a boyfriend type thing to do, not a best friend. And in her mind, she was currently in a fierce battle with some other woman for my attention. But little did she know, there wasn’t any competition in the world that could compete with her, none at all.
Walking to the lunchroom me and Kim captured more than a few stares, but we paid them no mind as we caught up on lost time, enjoying each other’s company.
It was like this that we ordered our food, found our usual table and spent the next half hour re-vering back to our usual interactions just having fun. Even the mystery meat hadn’t been enough to bring us down. For that small window of time it was like the past week and a half had ceased to exist and we were back to being best friends.
“-And you would not believe Bonnie’s face when she found out what it really was,” Kim chuckled, finishing her story. And right with her I couldn’t hold back my own snort of amusement at the brunet’s distress. Embarrassing Bonnie stories were always something Kim and I enjoyed indulging in. And after so long apart Kim had stock piled quite the collection.
Our laughter died down as we neared her locker, leaving us in a comfortable silence. As much fun as we’ve been having our next class was fast approaching and it was clear on both of our faces how reluctant we were for it to happen.
“So…,” Kim spoke, falling back to her coy demeanor. “I was thinking… maybe we could catch some Bueno Nacho after school? We could grande size… my treat?” Making her offer Kim’s hand landed on my arm, earning a storm of tingles to race up the appendage and get my blood racing.
“Ah Boyah! Count me in!” I finally managed to answer, my heart racing with excitement. Cheese and Kim all at once. My dreams were really coming true, I realized with building pleasure.
Kim grinned at my excitement obviously pleased.
Too busy imagining what I was going to get, I missed Kim’s expression as she moved forward. But I snapped back to reality as I found a ball of red hair suddenly snuggled into my chest as well as two strong arms wrapped around my middle in an affectionate embrace.
“I really missed you Ron, missed us,” Kim muttered into my chest. “Life can suck without a best friend.” And with that I sighed as I felt her arms tighten around my middle.
“KP,” I muttered, blushing profusely at the intimate action. Around me I looked as people had turned toward us, looking as Kim hugged me in the hall. But then, as I wrapped my own arm around her, all those stares bled away until there was only me and Kim. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” I continued, speaking honestly and from my heart as all my dreams seemed to be coming true.
Everything I did, everything I had to do, all of it was worth it. Worth this moment…
Then, as quickly as she had come Kim was gone, off of my body and back by her locker, a healthy pink glow illuminating her flesh. Coughing into her hand, Kim’s eye shifted awkwardly as she seemed embarrassed to look me in the eye. I on the other hand, stared unabashed, allowing my emotions to be shown clearly on my face.
“Well,” Kim finally spoke, tucking a stray hair back behind her ear. “I’ll see you after class.” And with that she was gone. Unperturbed by her sudden disappearance I mere leaned against her locker, arms crossed over my chest and the most idiotic grin ever conceived plastered across my face.
Ah boyah…
Taking a moment to simply sit back and enjoy the happy emotions coursing through my veins, I sighed in utter contentedness as hordes of other students continued to walk past, heading for their next class.
Lost in this love induced haze, it took me a moment to recognize. But as I continued to breathe, my eyebrows quirked as I took notice of a strange odor wafting in the air. One that smelled… very familiar…
Like I’d been shocked I visibly flinched as my skin tingled with the sensation of eyes, boring into my skin. Call it a survival instinct, or even just being paranoid, but after being on so many life or death missions, a guy tends to pick up on a few qualities to help keep him alive. That is how, as I turned around in the hall looking for who it could be, I knew I was being watched. The only question was… by who?
Looking at the students passing through the hall I doubted it was any of them. This feeling, this sensation, it was more than a simple passing glance. Unfortunately, as the seconds passed by the sensations slowly died down, revealing that whoever it had been was already gone, taking their strange smell with them.
With a deep scowl, I rubbed neck anxiously, unsure if this was worth bringing up to Kim. After all, it was just a feeling. It’s not like I had any real proof. Besides, I smiled, why would I want to ruin such a wonderful day?
And with that thought in mind I pushed any and all thoughts of the stranger into the back of my mind and picked up my bag. On my way to school, students and faculty alike would stare as Ron Stoppable whistled merrily on his way to class.
Oh yes, what a wonderful day indeed.
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Four classes down and one to go. Oh yes, this was Ron Stoppable’s day.
Sitting through class my face held a grin that just would not quite. Even Barkin’s oh so exhilarating lecture on Canadian history hadn’t been enough to bring this guy down. Oh no sir! And as I waited by Kim’s locker, waiting for her to appear my joy only seemed be increasing. It seemed today the Ronshine was going supernova baby!
On my shoulder Rufus had woken from his post lunch, pre-cheerleading practice nap and was quite animatedly voicing his anger at not being woken for his meal. In response I merely nodded my head, listening to his squeaks and warbles, but making zero attempts to decipher what they could mean.
“Would an extra naco make it up to you?” I asked, tired of his chattering so close to my ear. And thankfully, at my offer his noises stopped as he pondered.
“Grande?” he squeaked in question. And hearing it, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
“Grande,” I agreed, earning me a very complacent mole rat.
Chuckling at my friend's antics, I rubbed his head affectionately listening to him purr in appreciation. Animals really did make the best of friends. Feed them and give them a little attention, and they're friends for life.
“Ron,” a voice called to me. Turning my head I spotted Kim and grinned in welcome. That is, until another bout of irritated chatter exploded in my ear. “And Rufus,” Kim corrected herself, laughing as the little guy put up an annoyed front. “Did you miss me?” she asked kindly. In response, the poor little guy didn’t last a second before he flew from my shoulder and onto Kim’s, where he gave her cheek a big welcome back hug.
“I’ll just take that as a yes,” she laughed. And of course, I laughed right along with her enjoying the moment.
“Are you ready to head to class,” she turned her attention to me. And I nodded, more than happy that our last class of the day was together. Even if it was another of Barkin’s.
“Just let me grab my book,” I responded, turning to my locker and turning the dial to my combination. With a quick flick of my hand the door was open and my text book was in my hands. Then shutting the door with a resounding ‘slam’, I turned back to Kim and motioned for us to continue on. Or at least that’s what I planned to do.
Without warning my limbs froze at the floral smell that seemed to permeate my entire space. Stronger than ever before, I inhaled it with wide eyes as if that were enough to make sense of what was happening. A part me, a small part found this scent to be incredibly annoying as it continued to dip in and out of my day. But another part, a stronger, more dominant one was too strongly affected by the strange nostalgia that came with the scent whenever it appeared. It was calming, soothing almost as the faint sensation of cold brushing against my skin and an image of snow appearing in my mind. Holding on to these things I opened my eyes only to Kim staring in my direction with a wide eyed, seemingly confused expression.
“Kim?” I asked, confused by her expression. She didn’t respond though, as I found she was not actually looking at me, but past me.
“Stoppable-San,” a voice spoke behind me, freezing me to the bone.
Like a statue I turned my head, and then my body around to face the only person I know that would call me that. And as I came to a stop my suspicions were confirmed as I found Yori, long time friend and deadly ninja standing before me as if appearing from thin air.
“Yori!?” I asked, not even bothering to obscure my shock and surprise at her appearance. And in my school no less. The last time I had seen her had been quite some time ago at the end of my Japanese experience. The exchange student trip had been an interesting time, where I had been able to not only learn more about myself, but also about my powers and where they came from. I hadn’t really been able to appreciate what it had meant then, but now, as I continue to try and hone my abilities, I find myself looking back and truly considering what master Sensei had been telling me.
“Stoppable-San,” she repeated, taking a step closer to me. “I cannot tell you what joy it brings me to see you.” And with that I found myself stunned even further as her arms wrapped around me, wrapping me in a warm embrace.
With Yori wrapped around me my nose twitched with uncontrollable reaction as the same floral scent I had been smelling all day clung to her skin like the riches of perfumes. It was at this moment that my brain clicked, finally recognizing it as same smell as the sakura tree standing in the middle of the Yamanouchi training ground. The exact one I knew Yori loved to sit under to meditate.
Had Yori been in my house?! I mentally exclaimed, shocked.
“Ahem!” a disgruntled cough emerged from behind. And looking around my cheeks burned as I spotted Kim, tapping her foot with her arms crossed and a very irritated expression clear on her features. “Ron,” she spoke, her voice eerily cool. “Why don’t you introduce me to your… friend,” she finally worded, her tone leaving absolutely no room for argument.
The sweet, charming, beautiful, gentle girl I had gotten to spend the day with had disappeared right before my eyes. In her place, this Kim appeared angry, volatile, and all to easy to start a fight as ice flew from her green orbs, figuratively freezing me in my tracts. Almost immediately recognizing the danger.
Coughing into my hand, I quickly untangled myself from Yori, who was, at the moment, giving Kim a polite smile. Not sure why, but the way her eyes stared at the redhead gave me a slight chill. Nowhere near as powerful as Kim’s, but somehow even more chilling. Outwardly it seemed nice enough, but that’s always been the problem with Yori. It’s next to impossible to read her. “Ah, Kim,” I spoke. “This is Yori, she’s ah… she’s a friend of mine.” At this Kim’s pointed eyes narrowed even further, sending my heart thumping in my chest.
“Yori,” I continued. “This is Kim, um, also my friend.” And again, neither of the girls said anything, instead the young Asian merely nodded her head, her polite smile unmoving on her fair features.
“Possible-San,” she finally spoke. “Stoppable-san has told me much about you. It is my honor to finally meet a warrior of your strength.” Finishing her sentence off with a bow, Yori’s head dipped ever so slightly showing Kim her respect.
Whatever Kim had been expecting Yori to say to her, it was clear that that wasn’t it as surprise flashed across her features. “U-um, thanks?” she offered in response, unsure what else to say. Yori made no effort to comment on her confusion, however, as she turned her attention back to me.
Growing silent once more Kim’s face turned uncertain once again as her eyes flashed back and forth between me and Yori. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, “but how… exactly do you know Ron?” From her tone I could hear her temper beginning to flare. Already I knew what was going on in her mind, but I found no way to reassure her without it seeming out of place to both girls
Seeing Yori look at me to answer, I felt my face drain of color as Kim followed suit. It wasn’t like I could tell the truth after all. Yori and Master Sensei had sworn me to secrecy of the school and their teachings before I had left. I don’t know what happened when you broke an oath to a ninja school, but I didn’t really want to find out.
And so, this left me with one option, but improv was never my strength. I don’t know why, but it was like my brain was unable to work at the speed necessary to come up with anything believable. I could only hope that this was the day a miracle happened.
It didn’t.
“pshh, me, and Yori?” I spoke, trying to play it off. “Yea… ah, we way go back.” Stuttering only a bit I struggled to keep my face as innocent as possible. “Mhmm, I’ve known her for years.”
Eyes going wide, Kim’s expression quickly turned dangerous sending my heart into my throat. “Way back?” she repeated incredulously. And as if I wasn’t in enough trouble I felt myself shrink back even further as the volatile red head forced her face in front of mine.
Immediately I tried to back track. “Um, did I say way back?” I chuckled nervously. “You know it’s more moderately back, even less actually. You know what, now that I think about it… I’ve never seen this woman before in my life.” Turning my gaze to Yori my eyes were wide with panic. “Who are you and why are you at our school?!”
“But you just said you knew her,” Kim spoke. Crossing her arms the pale skinned teen raised an accusing eyebrow at me, daring me to explain myself through flame ridden eyes.
Feeling my heart begin to pick up, it was my turn to look at Yori for help. I wasn’t expecting much, of course, considering our history. But hey, better than nothing. And as I looked towards the young Asian for help she nodded in acknowledgement.
“Pardon me,” her heavy accented voice interrupted. “But it is very important that I have a word with Stoppable-San. Would you be so kind as to allow me to steal him for a moment?”
Whipping her head around to stare at Yori, Kim’s expression looked anything but agreeable. “Um…” Seeming pained, it looked as though Kim would have literally come up with an excuse to keep me from going. I could see how badly she wanted to be rude, to be spiteful. But against Yori’s polite and kind nature, it was like even the harshest of tempers would falter, unbalanced by the lack of negative emotion. “Okay…” she finally relented, but looking as though it was the last thing she wanted to say.
Looking back at Kim I flinched at her hard gaze. “Um… be right back KP,” I spoke cautiously. Receiving only an even harder stare I placed my hand on the small of Yori’s back and led her down the hall. When we stopped, I could still see Kim but we were far enough away to speak without fear of being overheard.
“So, ah… what’s going on,” I questioned awkwardly. “Is the lotus blade in trouble again or is there some other majestic quest the chosen one is needed for.” Finishing my question I tried to give Yori a goofy smile, but instead it faltered as I caught sight of her suddenly serious expression.
“Stoppable-San, I am afraid my visit it not mere pleasantries. Master Sensei has sent me to you for a reason.” Each word spoke seemed to have the weight of the world carried on it. Her tone and expression left me frozen.
Thinking back on the old man that had looked after me during my stay at the ninja school, I couldn’t help the bubble of fondness that formed in my chest. The way he looked after me and, even more importantly, believed in me had stayed with me well past the end of my trip. If he and Yori needed me, I’d be there. “Is Sensei in trouble?” I asked, turning serious.
At my question, her intense gaze softening if only slightly. “No, Stoppable-San. Master Sensei has fallen under no harm. My mission concerns you.” Stepping closer to me her hand landed on my forearm, in very much the same way Kim had done, as if knowing I would back away at the information.
Hearing her words I found myself suddenly confused. This showed on my face as I stared at her grasping to understand what she could have meant. “Me?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes Stoppable-San, you.” Confirming my fears a look of confusion flashed across her features as she seemed to struggle with something. Finally, after a moment of this her eyes returned to me carrying a look of concern. “You seem… confused by my presence, yes?” Yori asked cautiously.
Hearing her question I couldn’t hold back a small bark of laughter. Understatement of the century! “Just a bit,” I conceded, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.
“Master Sensei… did he not explain to you of my arrival?” she asked with a worried expression.
I on the other hand felt my eyebrows rise in surprise. “Master Sensei?” I asked, shocked. “Is he in town too?” Unable to help it, I looked over the girl's shoulder as if expecting to see the aged man standing in the middle of my school’s hallway.
“No, Stoppable-San, he remains on Yomanouchi where he continues to instruct the students. But he should have attempted to contact you before my arrival, as to explain the… situation,” she finally worded, wincing as she said it. I don’t know why, but seeing Yori flinch like that made my skin tingle with worry.
“Ah…,” I hesitated. “I can check my messages when I get home,” I offered, hoping it would help the girl. And as a smile curled at the edges of her lips, I couldn’t deny the pleasant warmth that spread through my chest.
“Oh Stoppable-San, it gladdens me to hear you have not lost your American style humor. No Master Sensei would not contact you by telephone. If he attempted to speak to you, you would know it. He is, after all, a master of manipulating chi.” Speaking highly of her master, Yori’s face glowed with happiness. I could see it in her features the pride she held in her school and her teachers. And it seemed no amount of ninja training was enough to make her conceal such affection.
Hearing her words, my brow crinkled as I found my mind reaching back to this morning, and more specifically my dream. Recalling the ball of light, and the voice from within, my face blanched with shock as I finally recognized the voice to be the same, kind, wise tone of Master Sensei. It had been so long since I’d heard it, I had almost forgotten. But thinking about it now, I know it was unmistakably him.
“The dream!” I exclaimed, earning a look of surprise from the girl in front of me.
“Yes…” Yori agreed, confusion marring her features once more. “I believe that Master Sensei would try and contact you that way. The mind is much easier to enter when one is asleep. But, if you were able to speak with him, how is it you were not aware of my presence?”
Hearing her question I once again flashed back to my dream, only to blush at my memory. It was true; he had tried to contact me. But after smelling Yori’s natural scent I had been too preoccupied trying to get it back to pay any attention to what he might have been trying to tell me. Of course I couldn’t tell Yori this. And so, I found myself in a very awkward position as she continued to watch me, waiting for an answer.
“Ah, ha-ha, you know, um, funny story actually. I think I might have accidentally sent him away?” Staring at the floor as I said this, I dared to peek up, only to find Yori staring at me in utter shock. The silence afterward seemed to last an eternity. It came to the point that I was actually tempted to wave my hand in front of her face to see if she was still home. Thankfully, before I was able, her features relaxed, reverting back to their usual serine expression, though continuing to hold a look of unease
“You… sent him away?” she spoke, her tone disbelieving.
“I didn’t mean to!” I swore, eyes frantic with an apology. “I mean, if I’d know it was him…”
As I tried to explain myself, my sentence was cut short as Yori held up her hand, stopping me cold. “You do not understand Stoppable-San, I am not upset at your actions. I am merely surprised by them. What you did… it should not have been possible…” and like that I was the one who was struck silent.
Looking at Yori’s face, her features were tight in speculation, expressing her deep thoughts. After a few moments of this, her eyes returned to mine carrying a look of extreme seriousness. “Please Stoppable-San,” she addressed me. “There is much we have to speak on. Unfortunately, I cannot do this in such a place. We must speak in private.”
Suddenly nervous my fingers began to fiddle with the end of my shirt as Yori stared at me expectantly. “Um,” I stalled. “I guess we could meet at my house,” I offered. “My parents are out so it would just be us.”
“That would be fine,” Yori agreed. “When might you be able to return?”
Under her piercing gaze my eyes glanced in every direction, literally looking any place but her. This, mixed with my nervous fiddling left me more than obvious in my distress. “A-actually,” I stuttered. “Me and Kim were planning to hang out after school, so, um, could this maybe wait until then?” I literally flinched at my words taking just a step back
Thankfully the explosion I was expecting never came, though at the sight of Yori’s piercing gaze, I couldn’t help but feel that yelling would have been worlds better. “Stoppable-San,” her tone was short and curt. “This is a very important matter, determining the future of Yamanouchi. I would not advise putting such matters off so that you may socialize. Obviously, it would be your honor to return to your home as quickly as you are able. Would it not raise so much attention, I would advise you follow me home this instant. But as it were, I understand your academic responsibilities and am willing to wait until your school has finished.”
Honestly, what kind of argument was I supposed to put up to that? So instead, I merely nodded my head, casting a nervous glance at Kim, already knowing this great day had come to an end.
“Thank you Stoppable-san, you give my mind great reli-” Stalling mid-sentence Yori drew my attention as I looked up to see why she had stopped. And from my position I could see her slanted eyes drawn to across over my shoulder.
Following her gaze, I felt my stomach drop as I found Kim staring at us with rapt attention. The intensity of her gaze made me physically jump back, if only for a moment. Yori however, met her gaze head on; showing little more than mild curiosity.
“Possible-san seems… troubled by my arrival,” the young Asian spoke suddenly. “I hope my actions have not offended her.” Speaking demurely, Yori’s expression remained expressionless. For whatever reason I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease.
Comprehending her words, I couldn’t help but become awkward. “Me and Kim are just… we’re going through some things,” I finally admitted shaking off the odd atmosphere. Hearing my words, her eyes flashed to mine.
“You and Possible-san are… together, yes?” she asked, her tone light and airy. For whatever reason I found that even more uncomfortable than if she had been harsh. “She seemed very troubled by our companionship.”
Taken back by her suddenly bold question, I stared in surprised silence before making sense of her assumption. I’d been smelling and sensing her all throughout the day. From the morning to just last hour. With this information at hand, I found myself blushing as I realized she had most likely been observing me all throughout the day. Maybe even more than that.
It was at this point the shade of my face darkened even further. “Um, well, ah,” having some trouble at finding my voice, I felt myself shrink back under Yori’s inquiring gaze. But there was no way I was going to actually tell her the truth.
By her unchanged expression I could tell she was expecting more. “Okay,” I relented with a great sigh. “We're not, but,” I paused, taking a moment to glance at Kim. And even through her fearsome glare I couldn’t help but find her beautiful. “I think we will be soon. I hope so anyway.”
Turning back to Yori I jumped slightly. Her expression was unreadable, but undeniably intense as her black eyes bored into mine. She was silent and perfectly still. To anyone looking she would appear completely normal. And yet, despite this I found myself frozen. In the back of my mind, I mentally slapped myself as I recalled just who it was I was confessing to.
Technically, I knew nothing really happened between me and Yori during my visit. I mean, sure, I might have put on a little Ron charm, but hey, who am I to deny what the ladies demand? But even still, as I shivered under Yori’s gaze I couldn’t help but feel there might have been a little more between us than I originally picked up on. Believe it or not, I do on occasion mix signals.
“Ah... Yori?” I summoned my courage to ask. “Everything okay?”
For a moment Yori remained just as she was, not even blinking. But then, like she had flipped a switch, her face returned to normal as the past few minutes had never happened. “Of course Stoppable-san, I am most well.” She responded through her normal Yori smile. Though looking at it now I couldn’t help but notice the hard edge it seemed to carry.
“Now,” Yori spoke. “I believe I have kept you from your friend long enough.” And before I could even respond I found myself being tugged along as she led me back towards the irate redhead.
Stopping in front of Kim, Yori placed her hands on the front of her skirt before offering her a small bow. “Thank you Possible-san for allowing me to borrow Stoppable-san. I apologize if I have inconvenienced you.”
Leaving Kim too surprised to respond Yori turned back to me. “And Stoppable-san, I look forward to meeting you. Please return to your home as soon as your time at school had ended.” Then bowing to me, I found my cheeks reddening at her politeness.
“Wait!” Kim exclaimed, forcing herself into the conversation, both physically and verbally. “Ron is supposed to be with me after school. He already has plans” seeing her cheeks puff with anger, I watched as Kim gave Yori a glare usually only reserved for Shego. This left my palms sweating as I knew she wouldn’t be happy. “Right, Ron?” she ordered, pushing me between two very dangerous women.
Like a pendulum my eyes swung back and forth between the two of them, actually afraid for my life.
Taking a dry swallow, my mouth opened, but any sound refused to emerge leaving me gaping like an idiot. How did I get myself into situations like this? I wondered. Unfortunately, as much as I was stalling, I knew the choice I had to make. I had a responsibility to Yamanouchi, and if Kim knew I was helping people, I’m sure she’d understand. I’ll just have to make it up to her some other time.
With these thoughts in mind, I turned to Kim and offered an apologetic expression. Seeing this, her eyes went wide with surprise before curling into a look of hurt. “Sorry, KP… I’ll make it up to you, I swear. But… right now, Yori needs me.”
Before I could even finish my apology Kim had turned her face away from me, choosing instead to glare at the wall across from us. It was like this she steamed in silence for what seemed to be a full minute. Finally, as she whipped her head around, she spoke. “Cheerleading practice,” she replied, earning a look of confusion to flash across both mine, and Yori’s face.
“Ron and I have Cheerleading after school. Today’s really important and I can’t do the routine without the mascot. I need him there.” Making her case she crossed her arm’s glaring at Yori as if daring her to deny this request. I too turned to Yori, curious about what she would say.
For a moment she said nothing, merely choosing to stare at Kim with what I found to be a slightly sad expression. This confused me, but for Kim it seemed to infuriate her as I could actually see her face turning red. Thankfully, before any real blows were thrown Yori nodded her head, giving Kim what she wanted.
“Very well Possible-san, it is not my wish to cause you or Stoppable-san any trouble.” Turning to me her smile was back, lifting a bit of the pressure off my shoulders. “Enjoy your practice, but meet with me as soon as it is over. I will be waiting in your home for you when you are finished. We will speak then.” Bowing to me, her head dipped only an inch before coming back up. “Until then, Stoppable-san.” And with that she was off.
Seeing her walk away, my eyes remained trapped on her body, watching it as it disappeared back into the throng of students. She had appeared so suddenly, and then left just as quick. I couldn’t help but feel frazzled from the experience. But as I turned back to Kim, I was forced to push that behind me as I found a sudden redheaded temper turned on me and me alone.
“Ron…” she spoke slowly, deliberately drawing my name out. But after that, she said nothing. Instead, I was forced to suffer in silence as her eyes continued to penetrate my very soul, searching for whatever it was she was looking for.
I was expecting an explosion. I was expecting to hear her voice burst in outrage. But instead, as I peeked at her from under my eyelashes I was surprised to find her seeming actually… worried?
“Let’s just get to class,” she finally spoke, her anger sounding to have cooled considerably. And without so much as a glance in my direction I was left staring as she walked away, shoulders hunched and head dipped low. Seeing this, my heart broke under the undue pain I had just caused her.
With nothing else to do, I picked up my bag from the ground and began to walk after her. What a fun class this is about to be…
And boy was I right.
Sitting a few chairs behind Kim, the monotone voice of Mr. Barkin fizzled into background noise as my entire being seemed to be centered on the girl in front of me. Despite her subdued attitude on the way to class, I could see the tension building inside her. Like a redheaded volcano. there was a pressure waiting to detonate.
Several times throughout the period I had looked up to see her fingers clenched, tight around the fragile wood of her pencil. This was almost always followed by the resounding sound of a ‘snap’ before Kim reached back into her bag for another.
Seeing this, it was all I could do to not imagine those hands around my neck.
She hadn’t said a word to me all through the class. Not a glance, not even the smallest sign that she acknowledged my presence. With a growing sense of dread, I couldn’t help but fear that everything I had worked towards had just been shattered, leaving me right back where I had started.
Glaring down at my desk my fists clenched on my legs as I tried to understand what it was Yori had been doing today.
Needing to speak to me, I understood. But the fact that she approached me in the middle of my school, and right in front of Kim just didn’t make sense. She must know what Kim is like. Exposing herself like she did would only put the secrecy of Yamanouchi at risk. Not to mention the way she had been acting… just… strange.
Giving a great sigh, I closed my eyes in frustration as I turned my attention to the much more pressing issue. If I’m right, and I think I am, Yori had been following me all day. Heck… maybe even longer. And that could mean big trouble.
With a deepening blush, I tried to picture Yori watching me as I took advantage of Kim and Monique. Would she have stepped in? Would she have stopped me? I can't be sure, but at the very least I have to consider the possibility that she could know about what I have been up to. And if she tells Kim… it’s all over.
Lost in my own thoughts I remained oblivious as the bell rang, urging the students from their desks and out the door without me even being aware. This left me sitting, unresponsive until I was one of the last in the room. Me and Kim.
Still staring impetuously into my desk, I failed to realize the redhead standing next to me until it was too late. This forced a quick jolt into my heart as I looked up, only to find a hard and extremely irritated looking Kim staring down at me, mercy nowhere in sight.
Seeing that, I finally seemed to snap out of my trance, Kim’s eyes narrowed before hands were on my arm, yanking me out of my chair, and leaving me with no explanation other than a simple, “let’s go.”
Once out of the class room Kim’s hold finally relinquished, allowing me to rub my sore appendage, and question if she had managed to take any skin. This time didn’t last however, as Kim’s hand once again reached for me, but this time grasping my hand in a much gentler hold. Not sure what to say to this, I looked at Kim in confusion, but allowed her to pull me down the hallway.
With Kim’s hand in mine, I found a small bit of comfort from my nerves it its small warmth. Any hope of understanding what was going on in Kim’s head was crushed as we traveled in silence. So instead, I was forced to turn my attention to her face, only to blink in surprise as I found that what I had perceived as irritated now seemed much more anxious through a second speculation. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but still wonder what was going to happen.
After a few minutes of this, it took me a moment to realize we were going in the wrong direction. This forced me into an awkward position as I found that I would be the one to break the silence
“Ah, Kim?” I stuttered, nervous beyond words. “Isn’t the gym the other way?” I asked, pointing behind us. This forced Kim to stop completely as a look of confliction flashed across her features.
Staring at Kim, I watched as she took a moment to scan the halls. And seemed to find whatever it was she was looking for, I flinched as she pulled me forward and directly towards Bonnie, much to my surprise.
“Bonnie,” her voice called out, alerting the curt brunet to our presence.
Looking up from her compact, Bonnie gave Kim a withering glare clearly prepared to release some sort of sardonic response. The redhead gave her no time as she cut the teen to the chase. “You're in charge of the squad today,” she announced, earning a shocked expression from both me and Bonnie. “You know the routine and I know you can handle the rest of the girls for the day.”
Sputtering indignantly, poor Bonnie seemed confused, caught between the joy of running the squad, and her pride at following anything Kim told her to do. Unfortunately, once again Kim gave no room for her to respond as she tugged my hand forward spurring me to follow and leaving Bonnie to stare after us, an expression of confusion still frozen on her face.
“KP?” I asked, worried. For her to let Bonnie of all people take the lead of the squat, I knew she must be seriously tweaked, and in the worst kind of way. Feeling my forehead flush with sweat, I fidgeted nervously, suddenly very scared. Unfortunately, Kim refused to answer my call, choosing instead to hasten her pace, gripping my hand even tighter as we navigated the halls.
As we came upon Kim’s locker, I gave a sigh of relief as she released my hand to put in her combination and open her locker.
With nothing else to do, I continued to wait patiently, leaning up against a nearby locker and watching her as she shuffled through her things, lightening her pack and storing the books she did not need.
On her face, I trembled at the same sharp, dangerous expression that had remained since Yori’s disappearance. As her eyes shifted back and forth through empty air, I could still see the nervous edge I had earlier missed as present as ever. Seeing this it was clear that something was on her mind. And whatever it was was sending Kim into quite the frenzy.
“Hey Kim,” a bright voice appeared.
Breaking my observation, my attention snapped to the computer screen as Wade appeared as cheerful as ever and oblivious to the bomb sitting so close to his lap. Currently his attention was focused on his computer screen, leaving him unaware of the piercing green eyes, glaring at him on the other side of the camera.
“We got a hit on the site,” he reported, taking a large swig of a soda. This is the moment he chose to turn to Kim, blinking in surprise that quickly turned to fear as he registered the possible dragon he had encountered. “Should I… set up a ride,” he spoke cautiously, physically flinching away from the camera where he and Kim were connected.
Behind Kim, I stared at the poor kid and silently waved my hands back and forth, signaling just how bad a time this was. Seeing it, his eyes once again went wide as his attention flickered back to Kim, giving the girl a nervous smile.
For several heartbeats, Kim said nothing, choosing instead to stare in silence into what seemed to be nothing at all. From my position I winced at the sight of her knuckles, white under the tension of her own grip. Finally, as Kim let a shuddering sigh, both me and Wade took a step back.
“How bad is it,” she spoke, each word forced through a tight jaw. Seeing the confused expression on our technologically gifted friend's face, Kim sighed once again, though this time releasing her tense posture, and instead adopting one of exhaustion. “Is anyone’s life in any immediate danger?” She clarified, crossing her arms as she glared at the young teen.
Still confused by her response, Wade took a cautious glance at his computer, keeping one eye on Kim as he did so. “I guess… not, technically,” he hesitated, enunciating the word ‘technically’ as he took a second glance at the message. This was enough for Kim, however, as she nodded her head.
“Then not today Wade, sorry.” And with that she wasted no time in slamming the locker shut, canceling the computer conference.
For the next few moments, silence rained the space between us. Finally, for the first time since class, Kim’s green eyes lifted from the floor to meet mine. And in that moment, I saw all the emotions Kim had been struggling with, all the anger and jealousy poor from anxiety filled eyes.
“We said we were going to hang out today,” Kim spoke, her voice seeming frail, nervous. And staring at me, she had expression to match. All the anger, the aggression she seemed to carry disappeared completely. “So… come on,” she muttered. Reaching out her hand grabbed mine, loosely holding it as if allowing me to pull away if I wanted to.
At that moment, as I stared into her shifty, nervous expression, I was finally able to peg what was going on. She was scared…
For me, a person who has spent nearly his whole life living in fear, it was easy to see it. But for Kim, the great Kim Possible, I could tell this was something new for her, foreign. Most likely, she’s just as confused as I was by her erratic behavior. This explained her tight and grouchy attitude well.
But right now, that was gone. Right now… she was asking for me to be her friend. And I knew if I was ever going to fix what had happened today I needed to go with her. So… that’s what I did.
“Sounds… cool KP,” I smiled at her, losing my own fearful expression and turning the Ronshine on max as I tried to reassure the girl in front of me. And for a moment, it worked. Seeing me smile, and feeling my hand grip hers snuggly, Kim’s own smile finally worked itself back onto her face. It was small, and slightly nervous, but seeing it reminded me of what my purpose was in life. To always keep her smiling. No matter what.
And so, with nervous smiles all around, I let Kim tug my hand and pull me out the school. And even out the door, even out the parking lot and past all the students in it, Kim’s hand never left mine. And boy did it feel great.
The walking out the school it did not take me long to realize that Kim was taking me to her house. Through the many years of friendship, me and Kim made this trek many times. And with the familiar scenery scrolling past us as we limbered on by, it was natural that Kim and I would return to the good old days. Before we knew it, short hesitant words transformed back into funny and uplifting tales. Like an unspoken agreement, in the time we had, both Kim and I chose to forget Yori and pick right back up from where we left off.
I was cracking jokes, Kim was laughing, and even though we both knew she might have forced a few of them, none of that reduced the enjoyment of the time we shared.
Outside the sun was shining brightly above our heads. The temperature was warm, and as the wind blew softly through Kim’s hair I couldn’t help admire it’s softness as it glittered in the light. Truly, seeing Kim like this what was I lived for.
Our hands still connected between us swung subtly in the warm breeze without a care in the world. Every now and then, I would look to my left and see Kim shyly glancing down at them. As if to reassure herself that they were still there. And seeing this, I would bravely give her dainty appendage a soft squeeze, causing her to glance up and blush at being caught. This happened multiple times and at each one, my heart would shudder with delight. Of course, it wasn’t long before Kim’s house came into view.
Walking up the driveway and in through the kitchen door, I took a moment to appreciate the warm and loving atmosphere of the Possible family home. For a while, there had been a point where I thought I might never get to see the inside of this house ever again. But now, as I hold Kim’s hand and see her smile at me, I can't help but think of how much everything has changed.
Settling into the house, both Kim and I dropped our bags on along the wall. “Ron, do you wan-” no doubt about to offer to move to the family room, Kim was stopped short as her mother, Ann Possible, quickly entered into the room, a frantic look frozen on her face.
“Kim,” she sighed in obvious relief. “Thank goodness your home early.” Walking further into the room her eyes remained locked on her daughter. This is why when she finally noticed me, her eyes jumped, startled, only to increase in surprise as I watched her eyes trail down our arms before finally landing on our conjoined hands.
And as Kim wrenched her hand out of mine, holding it behind her back, it was clear Kim had noticed her mother's inspection as well.
Ann, for her part, seemed to have lost her train of thought as her eyes jumped between me and her daughter. In her eyes, I could see a familiar sparkle of interest, as she thought over the image she had walked into. Finally, much calmer than when we had initially walked in, Ann forced her features to become neutral, allowing a soft sigh out of her nose.
“Mom… you, wanted something?” Kim forced out. From where she was standing I could see a deep bloom of color swirling beneath her pale skin. In front of all the kids in our school she hadn’t even batted an eye at holding my hand. But under her mother’s inquiring glare, Kim’s face was beaming, blushing as though we had been caught nude on the kitchen table.
Eyes flashing over to her daughter, Ann nodded her head, lips tightening into a line. “Yes…” she agreed. While she had looked to have been in some sort of rush before, at the moment her urgency had calmed completely. “Kim, the ah, the hospital called me in. There’s been an accident on the highway.” Picking up her purse from the counter her eyes once again flashed over to me before going back to her daughter. “I need you to watch your brothers.”
Hearing her mother’s request, Kim’s blush faded completely as a look of irritation took its place. But seeing this Ann simply held up her hand, silencing any and all argument. “Kim, please,” she sighed. “It's just for a few hours and they shouldn’t give you any trouble.” Hearing her mother's voice of reason, Kim nodded her, thought begrudgingly and agreed to her mother’s wish. “Good!” The elder Possible chirped. “Now, would you mind giving them their medicine while I’m out? They need to keep taking it every couple of hours.” Taking a paper bag out of her purse, she held it up to Kim. “Once should be enough until I get home, but if they start looking like they need it, feel free to give them another dose.”
With a great sigh, Kim took the bag from her mother and nodded. Then, casting a glance back at me she grinned ruefully. “Sorry,” she apologized. “Be back in a sec. Meet me in the family room?” She asked. And seeing me nod my head, she grinned before blushing once again as she saw her mother watching both of us through the entire conversation. “Well… bye,” and with that she ran past her mother and up the stairs.
Staring after her, I watched until her form completely vanished before I turned back to Ann, only to find her eyes on me, a small smile teasing the edges of her lips. Seeing this, I couldn’t help but duck my head as I knew she must have caught on at least a little bit to what was happening.
“Hello Ronald,” she greeted me, still smiling her subtle smile. Walking closer to me, she hefted the strap of her purse over her shoulder. “I haven’t seen you around in a while.”
Letting out a nervous chuckle I nodded my head, recalling the hellish week of my absence. “Yea…,” I agreed. “Me and Kim… were having a bit of an argument,” I offered. And with that, I winced at the grievous understatement I had made.
At my words the red headed mother’s grin tightened to a look of worry. “Yes,” she hesitated. “Kim seemed… very down lately. Though this past weekend she seemed to perk right up… I guess now I know why,” she hummed, regaining her mirthful expression and even chuckling at the color of my cheeks as the flushed a light red.
“I’m glad to see you two are getting along,” she sighed after calming down. Her expression seemed tender as she said it. “Don’t tell Kim I told you… but I think she really missed you. I was getting a bit worried actually.” Accentuating her words, Ann’s hand brushed my arm as she smiled, grateful.
In response, all I could so was focused on the soft skin of her hand, warming my shoulder through the material of my shirt.
“N-no prob, Mrs. P,” I managed to stammer out, ducking my face to the floor and hoping she didn’t notice my strange behavior. Her touch on my arm was electric, sending waves of sparks up my arm and in my pants.
Glancing up at her kind smile and sparkling blue eyes, I couldn’t help but think back and recall a different expression those features had taken. Eyes clenched, lips parted, sweat glistening on her brow as breath after breath of pleasure rose her sternum into mine and pressing her breasts against my chest.
Looking at the woman in front of me, my mind pulled these images forth, remembering the wonderful night we had spent together. It was wrong of me, both then and now, but with this being the first time I had seen Ann since that fateful night on her own anniversary, I couldn’t help but think back to it and smile.
But all too soon Ann’s hand left me, taking its warmth and the images it had inspired. I put on a brave face, however, not letting my disappointment show as she took a step back, checking her watch and jumping in surprise. “Oh my,” she gasped. And in a flurry she began to pat down her body, doing a quick check to make sure she had everything she needed to leave before rushing past me to the door.
“It was good seeing you,” she rushed. “I’m glad you and Kimmie were able to make up.” And with a final smile, gave me one last brush along my shoulder before unlocking the door and hurrying out the door.
This time it was her I watched flee as she hurried to her car parked in the driveway. In such a hurry, she failed to notice my leering eyes, watching her every move, tracing the outline of her body through the material of her doctor coat. I was embarrassed with myself, and more than a little nervous about her look back to see me, but regardless, I couldn’t deny the burn her fingers had left me, infecting me with but a touch of her fingers. It was this that forced me to stare all the way to her car.
Starting the ignition and hearing the engine fire up, the red haired mother did a quick check of all her mirrors before she finally glanced up to meet my staring gaze. I can't tell you what my expression must have looked like in that moment, but whatever it was seemed to stop her, if only for a moment as our gaze locked through the house window and her car. Despite how nervous I was at being caught, I felt an emotion rise up inside me, giving the courage to maintain eye contact and even offer a small smirk.
Seeing this, Ann’s face tilted if only a bit before she seemed to snap out of it and offered me a small wave, before backing out of the driveway and to her work.
Staring after her car, I could smell the scent of her perfume wafting in the air. I hated how I couldn’t control myself around her. How it seemed all my reason and inhibition, as small as they might be, flew out the window. How… how it made me remember just how much I loved her…
Brooding over these thoughts the sound of feet falling on stairs shook me free as I turned just in time to spot Kim return from her brother’s side and enter the kitchen. “Hey,” she greeted as if we hadn’t been speaking just minutes ago.
“Hey,” I answered back, trying to hide my guilt as her smile flashed a row of perfect white teeth.
Seeing her adorable smile, all I could do was remember the perverted thoughts I had just been thinking about her very own mother. I was crazy, or at least half way there. Why should I want An- Mrs. P, when it’s Kim I want, when it’s Kim I love. Remembering this, I pushed all those thoughts for the red headed mother to back of my mind and followed Kim as she led me to her house’s family room.
“Your brothers are sick?” I inquired after we sit down on the coach. Next to me, Kim sat just few inches away, leaving just enough to room seem appropriate, and yet in perfect reaching distance. I couldn’t help but take note of this.
In response to my question, Kim gave a big sigh as she rolled her eyes dramatically. “Yea,” she revealed. “They must have caught it from some other kid at a sleep over. Nothing serious, but don’t expect them to be up and walking around anytime soon. Seems like they spend all their time sleeping. I could hardly keep them up long enough to give them their medicine.” Finishing her sentence Kim gave a small shake of her head, sending strands of hair to bounce around her face as she chuckled in exhaustion. Entranced by the sight, I lost myself in the red sheen as it sparked in the light. Unfortunately, it seemed my staring was a bit too obvious as Kim’s sudden cough broke through my brain, forcing me to return back to the room.
Shifting my eyes to Kim’s face, they snapped wide at the shy blush fluttering along her cheeks. While trying to seem put off, I could see the underlying pride in Kim’s eyes as she saw my own embarrassment take claim to my cheeks. Kim was more than happy to have caught me staring at her.
“H-hey,” Kim suddenly spoke, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room.
Casting her a glance, my eyebrows cocked as I noticed her fidgeting in her seat. “Um, you hungry?” She inquired, her voice peaking in an odd tone. Glancing around the room confused, I tried to think what it was that was making Kim act so strange. Finding nothing, I simply shrugged my shoulders before turning back to give Kim my attention.
“Sure,” I replied simply.
Giving such a meek answer, I was caught by surprise By Kim’s smile as it erupted from her face, dazzling me by its sheer volume. “Great!” she chirped excitedly. And before I could even blink in surprise, the redhead scrambled off the coach and towards the kitchen.
Bracing myself to get up, I was half way to my feet, intending to follow after her before Kim’s voice called out, as if anticipating my intention. “Just wait there!” she hollered. “It will just take a second!” And obediently, I planted my butt back down on the cushion, thoroughly confused.
Crossing my arms I stared around the room, waiting to see what had Kim so excited. She had said that it would take a few seconds, but as I stared at the clock, tapping my foot and twiddling my thumbs, it turned out to be a full three minutes before Kim’s red head popped back into the archway.
Carrying a bowl in each hand, Kim walked over, handing me my bowl before gingerly settling in next to me. And as I looked into the bowl, I smiled at the familiar sight Mrs. P’s vegetables and rice. I don’t know how she does it, but despite the lack of cheese and the excess of vegetable, she still managed to make this one of my favorite dishes.
Gripping the fork Kim had stuck in the bowl, I stuffed a healthy amount onto the utensil before shoving what I had collected into my mouth and savored the taste. In the back of my mind I couldn’t help but notice something was off. But, at the moment that didn’t matter as I caught Kim gaze locked on my face.
Swallowing my current mouthful, I scratched the back of my head bashfully, as I knew I was acting like a slob. “Sorry, KP,” I apologized.
At my words Kim’s eyes went wide with surprise before she quickly shook her head. “No, no,” she denied. Shifting nervously, she turned her eyes to her own, untouched bowl, shifting the contents unconsciously with her fork. “Just… do, do you like it,” she asked, peering up at me through her eyelashes. Looking back down, I corked an eyebrow before smiling at my best friend.
“Course I do KP,” I grinned unabashedly. “Your mom is a bondigity cook. I’d eat this every day if I could.” Emphasizing my words I took yet another big forkful before shoving yet another setting into my mouth.
Glancing back at Kim, my eyes brightened at the shy, almost coy smile glittering over her cheeks as she continued to stare at her meal. Under her breath, my ears twitched as I heard Kim mutter into her bowl.
“KP?” I inquired, looking up from my bowl.
With a great sigh, as Kim looked up from her own meal her cheeks were pink as she refused to meet my gaze. “My mom didn’t make this,” she repeated herself. Then, with a great amount of effort she finally turned her gaze to meet mine, making the color on her cheeks flush even deeper. “I did.” And with that, I found myself dumbfounded.
Staring at Kim in shock, my gaze flickered to the bowl in my hand before quickly returning to the red head. Kim’s ability in the kitchen was well known. From Bonnie to Dr. Dementor, practically everyone knew Kim was next to useless to when it came to cooking. This is why as I lick the inside of my mouth, tasting the food she had created, I almost couldn’t believe it. Wow.
“My Mom helped!” she quickly added, as if afraid I wouldn’t believe her. “This weekend, I asked mom if she could give me some pointers… well, a lot of pointers actually. But I mean, I know it's nothing that complex, but, I can’t have mom cooking for me forever you know?…” Stalling, Kim paused her rambling just long enough to take a second glance into my eyes, shrinking nervously. “Do you really like it?” she asked again. And taking another mouthful, I proved my point.
“It’s incredible KP!” I congratulated her, giving her my best and proudest smile. And I was proud of her, incredibly proud. Kim was great at everything. Literally everything. This was a fact that had grated on my nerves more than a bit throughout my childhood. Thankfully I learned to get past that over time. But it was the fact that she could do anything that made me so proud that Kim took the effort and time to buckle down to learn a skill I know she hated. Especially because I knew that in reality, she had done it all for me…
Perking up at my praise, Kim shed her shy demeanor and sat tall with back straight as she returned my beaming smile. I could see the pride swimming in her eyes as she took her first bite and confirmed I hadn’t been lying.
After that, we finished our meals enjoying each others company and listening to each other talk. All the while, unconsciously inching closer and closer as time went on. I was hypnotized by her voice, entranced by her eyes. In the midst of things, Kim had turned on the TV, but neither of us paid it any attention.
With her confidence back, flirty Kim had returned and I was enjoying every second. We talked about nothing and everything. That’s what made our friendship so amazing. We could be doing nothing at all still have the best time of our lives. And before I knew it, a full hour had passed and any memory of Yori, or our appointment had flown far from my mind.
As I continued to listen to the silken sound of Kim’s voice, a nagging impression on my leg distracted me, incessantly calling for my attention. As I tried to ignore it, nodding and smiling at Kim’s stories, it quickly transferred to my stomach before crawling even higher. Finally, as I felt Rufus tugging on my ear I was forced to turn my attention to him, an exasperated expression clear on my face.
Looking over my shoulder, I met my little friend’s beaded gaze, and gave him a questioning gaze as he continued to grunt and squeak. Finally, I understood as he pointed to a clock on the wall, shattering the gooey illusion I had come to love.
Just like Cinderella, it seemed the clock had struck midnight on our evening as my shoulders slumped in disappointment. And seeing my change in demeanor, Kim’s words slowed to a stop as her eyebrow rose in confusion. “Ron?” she asked.
Turning a guilty eye in her direction, I made a weak gesture towards the same clock and gave a great sigh. “KP?” I prepared. “I think it's about time I head out.” And showcasing my enjoyment of that fact, my face remained long and sad.
“What?” Kim asked, a look shock appearing on her features. And like a rabbit her head whipped towards the clock only for her eyes to go wide at the sight of the time. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who had lost track. “But- but I thought we were catching up?” She insisted, mirroring my look sadness.
At this I rubbed the back of my neck and cursed all of Yamanouchi. “We were, we were!” I insisted. “But… I told Yori I would meet her at my house after cheerleading practice and,” I stalled looking back at the clock. “That ended ten minutes ago.”
“So forget about her,” she insisted, a look of indignation flashing across her features. And seeing her cheeks puff a bit, I couldn’t help but admire the adorable expression. And yet I had no time.
“I can't KP. Just, she needs me right now. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but I need to go see her. If I don’t show up…” I paused, imagining a very irate ninja waiting to attack from the shadows in my own home. The image alone was enough to send a sizable shiver right up my spine. “If not I’m not there, she won't be happy…” I finished.
“I need you too,” Kim insisted, crossing her arms as a daring look scathed me from her seat. And to that, I had no real answer. So instead I gave her a pleading look that finally broke her down.
Matching my demeanor, Kim’s arms dropped to the couch and her face fell along with her shoulders. Not looking at me, her eyes flashed back and forth, looking at nothing but searching all the same. I could see her thinking, plotting another way to keep me around for a few more hours. And while I was touched, I knew that this time it wouldn’t work.
Getting up from the coach, I rubbed the back of my neck regretfully before reaching out to touch Kim’s silken hair, petting it affectionately. In response Kim looked up from her seat, clearly surprised at my bold action. “’I’ll make it up to you, KP,” I swore. And seeing unimpressed expression on her face, I nodded my head before retreating my hand and backing away from the coach.
For several heart beats, I turned away from Kim and began to set out for the door. In that time, I made it to just the archway of the room before I found myself shocked as the sensation of Kim’s form tackling into mine nearly sent me to the ground. Raising my arms, I twisted my torso just enough to see a mob of red hair pressed against my shoulders.
“KP?!”I exclaimed. In response the teen said nothing, choosing instead to tighten her grip around my midsection to the point of pain.
“ you don’t have to go,” she spoke, muffled slightly by my shirt.
Twisting some more, Kim released me just enough to allow me to turn around, but remained latched to my body. And as I now stood facing her, she lifted her head from my chest exposing her brilliant, but frightened green eyes. “You don’t need to go to her,” she repeated, her eyes imploring me to agree. But as it was, her words only made it more painful as I reached behind me to unclasp her hands.
Holding her dainty appendages in my hands, I closed my eyes as my head shook in disagreement. “KP,” I groaned. Then looking back at her, my mouth opened but no sound came out. So instead I closed it, giving myself a long and deep sigh as I tried to step away.
But Kim would not have it. Turning the tables on me, her hands now latched onto mine, keeping me close. “Ron,” she spoke, her words soft and tender. Hearing her tone I was forced to look at her, drawn in and entranced. “You don’t have to go to her,” she repeated, a dark rush of color beginning to bloom under her skin. And while I did not understand what she was saying, it excited me nonetheless.
Slowly, slower than I could realize, Kim’s hand slowly untangled from mine before nervously creeping up my neck and to my jaw. It was at this point that I saw the determined fire in her eyes that I had come to know.
Like a cobra Kim left me no time to argue as she leapt forward crashing her lips to mine. For a sizable moment, I had been too shocked to act, too stunned. All the fun we had been having today, all the flirting and touches, I never once thought I would actually get to kiss her. And yet, as her lips continued to press against mine, a fire the likes I never thought possible exploded in my blood, encouraging me as my arms drew the redhead close against my body and my lips hard against her own.
At my sudden action Kim let loose a single squeak of surprise into my mouth. But this surprise was quickly forgotten as she reengaged her lips with new found energy, as if my participation inspired her own fire to life.
Like this we kissed in Kim’s home, standing under the living room archway and feeling each other’s heart beating in our chests. Kim’s lips were unbelievably soft as they tenderly drew my own between them. I don’t know how much kissing Kim had done in her life, but at that moment she seemed like a pro.
Gently, tenderly, our lips sucked against each other, eagerly drawing each other’s taste into our mouths. Kim’s was wonderful, glazed with the wonderful taste of the homemade meal she had painstakingly cooked just for me.
Every now and then, a small sound would resound from Kim’s throat, alerting me to her enjoyment. This was always reciprocated by my arms squeezing her even tighter, until not a single ounce of space existed between us.
Naturally, after a few heavy moments our lungs began to call for air, over riding our pleasure ridden brains and forcing us to break apart, gasping the second we could breathe.
Still in my arms Kim’s head was in my chest, hiding her face from my view. I could feel her shaking, nerves overtaking her mind as she quaked in silence. And seeing this, I couldn’t stop myself and I withdrew a hand, using it to softly pet the back of her head in comfort.
The following moments were spent in utter silence. With the noise of our breath calmed, the house echoed with silence making us hyper alert of each other’s presence. Tucked under her, Kim’s arms rested against my chest feeling the inhalation and exhalation of my breath and along my collar bone, I could feel the sweet, gentle air of Kim’s own breath as it tickled my skin. It was only when the silence became too much, that Kim dared to lean back, looking up at me with such vulnerability that I found myself at a loss for words.
“Y-You don’t need her anymore,” Kim spoke, inching her face towards mine. “If you want… if it’s okay I mean. You don’t need her…. Because you can have me…” and swallowing nervously, I starred at Kim’s lips as they stopped just a hair’s breath away from my own, waiting for me to swallow the last of the space. “Just… stay here… with me.”
The forwardness of what Kim was saying was not lost on me as her lips parted ever so slightly, releasing a soft sigh to crash against my lips. Closing my eyes, I found myself lost in the being that is Kim. Her taste, her touch, her warmth, her smell, all of it swelled within my heart before flowing through my veins to the rest of my body.
Pressing my hand into the small of her back, my mind was a fog of attraction. Kim had filled me so completely, so fully, any and all thoughts of Yori fled completely from my mind. And it was like this, that I daringly consumed the last inch of space separating me, from my dream.
This being our second kiss, it was much more subdued than the first. Without the raging fire of desperation and panic, there was nothing to rush us, allowing for a gentle and tender sample of what our partner had to offer. Ever so gently, Kim would nod her chin, brushing her full, delicious lips against mine in a tender kiss that left me breathless. But for the most part, we were content to simply feel each other, chaste pecks touching just long enough to register before separating, only to touch once again.
After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure I sighed, disgruntled as she dared to back away from me. But as she held my hand, pulling me back into the room and towards the couch. Walking backwards, her face never left mine, allowing me to witness the beautiful, yet slightly dazed expression on her face. From the cute curl of her lip, I knew mine wasn’t much better. But this is the sight I enjoyed. And before I knew it, we were back on the couch.
Sitting normally, I stared at Kim unblinking as she curled into my side, almost close enough to be on my lap. Under my arm, her cheek rested against my chest, eyes closed and that same silly grin plastered on her face. Every so often she would shift, pressing her face closer into my chest and releasing a long, relaxed sigh. And I could honestly say I had never seen a more beautiful sight.
“Ron,” she spoke after so many minutes, and looking up her eyes shown brilliantly in the light. Having been staring at her the entire time, it was not hard for me to give her my full attention. Seeing this, Kim’s cheeks seemed to glow for a second but this was quickly replaced by a heart melting smile.
“Ron,” she repeated. “God, I… I didn’t think this was going to happen so soon.” She sighed in frustration. I didn’t think, at least not like this… I wanted to at least try to wait and….” Halting her short ramblings, Kim took a deep breath before raising her head to meet my gaze, an intense determination glittering in her green orbs.
“I… wasn’t happy when I found out you were ‘dating’ other girls.” With her admission, Kim’s eyes glanced down as her cheeks flushed beautifully. “I wasn’t sure… I didn’t know it at the time, but it made me really… jealous.” At the sudden sharpness of the word, I could tell it was hard for Kim to admit this, especially to me. But I attempted to restrain my amusement at this fact, knowing that to Kim, she needed to explain her actions. She needed to explain her feelings. And so, sitting back into the chair I let Kim cuddle back into me as I ran my hand up and down her arm.
“I know I must have seemed crazy, and maybe a little unstable even, but…” at this Kim once again turned her head up to look at me, close enough that I could feel her breath of my face. “That was only because I couldn’t stand the idea that another girl was stealing you away from me. I thought that I loved you like a friend, or even a brother but… after everything… I think it could be something more.” And with that Kim hand latched onto mine, as if needing it for strength.
The look she was giving me could only be described as raw. No shields, no masks, no bravado. I could feel the sincerity in each and every one of her words. “So please,” she continued. “If… if you feel the same way. Don’t go back to her. I know it’s selfish, and I know how much I must be asking, but I want you more. I… love you more.”
The following silence could have been cut with a knife as Kim and I stared into each other’s eyes. I could hers flicking back and forth between mine, searching for what I was thinking, looking for the answer she hoped for.
“KP…” I uttered, at a loss for words. Taking a deep breath, a small bubble of mirth exploded from me as a dazzling smile bloomed on my face. “I’ve loved you since pre-k.” and never before had there ever been a sentence so true.
At my admission, Kim’s eyes flared to life as she gazed back, darting between my eyes as if searching for confirmation. Whatever she had been looking for, whatever proof, she must have found it for after only a handful of seconds, Kim face seem to burn with emotion as she fell back against my chest, practically melting into my very being.
With my arms, I encircled the redhead in my lap pulling her soft form against my own in a dizzying display of affection. With my nose, I buried myself in her tender red tresses, losing myself in everything that was Kim. All my reason, all my rationality, every mental faculty that separated me from the mindless monkeys I had come to fear so much left me wholly and completely, leaving only the barest of what made Ron, Ron.
In the moments that followed both me and Kim were completely and perfectly content. In my arms I could practically feel her happiness. And in turn this forced my own joy to burst from my very being. After everything that has happened, after everything I had to do to get to this place, to know that Kim really wanted me… it was beyond anything I could have ever hopped for. And with this in mind, in that moment, I made a silent vow to forever cherish this wonderful moment I had waited so long for. Unfortunately, the thing about moments is they pass. This proved to be true, even for this, the most important of moments.
With the gentle swell of Kim’s breath vibrating under my hands, I felt my arms rub up and down the back of her ribcage attempting to convey the depth of my emotion to the poor shaken girl. Eventually, the inevitable warmth of her body melded completely with my hands, sending my focus into a tunnel as I savored the sweat sensation of her petite form, hidden beneath only the barest of layers.
All of a sudden I became completely aware of every facet of Kim’s being. From the tips of her toes to the crown of red hair tickling my nose as I breathe, it was as if my brain suddenly imprinted the position of her every part.
In my chest I could feel my heart begin to pick up speed. This was only highlighted by my sudden increase in breath, and moist heat tickling my palms. With this all surrounding Kim it was a wonder she didn’t notice anything sooner. But this was not on my mind as instead I found myself marveling at how… soft her bare arms felt under my hand.
Breathing in her scent, my mind came to a halt as I realized I was taking this once heartfelt moment and warping it for my own pleasure. But before I could even think of calming myself down, that damn tiny voice in the back of my head spoke, repeating the words Kim had dared to speak. ‘You can have me…’
And just like that a predatory energy filled me like no other as my rubbing hand began to alter its trajectory slipping all the way up her shoulder, all the way to the collar of her shirt before attempting pierce the nonexistent space between our two bodies and land on the treasure Kim so wonderfully harbored. It was only when my hand finally made contact, landing on Kim’s breast entirely, that my mind caught up with my action. and as I felt Kim’s body tense, becoming almost impossible ridged atop mine, I stare in dumbfounded amazement as I realized what I had dared to do.
Looking up from my chest, as it appeared Kim’s expression seemed confused. Then, as if to verify what she was feeling, the young teen hero leaned back just enough to look down at her chest only to stare in amazement as she did in fact find my hand resting plain as day on her stilled bosom. This expression stayed on her face all up to the time she raised her head meeting my gaze in utter surprise. This was finally what I needed to break the spell surrounding me as I tore my hand away, holding it as far away from the girl as I could without tossing the appendage across the room.
“!” unsure what I could possibly say I forced a choked warble of a noise from my throat as I tried to scramble an appropriate excuse. Unfortunately, as she continued to stare at me, her large green eyes even wider than normal, I found my words even worse than usual. This left me with nothing other than a guilty, sorrowful look to express my sincerity.
“KP,” I gulped, shrinking if only slightly back into the couch. “I didn’t mean to ruin the moment, sorry. I-I don’t know what came over me.” and I really didn’t. One moment we were embracing in perfect wonderment and the next my stupid dick took control and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Looking at Kim I could only hope I hadn’t screwed myself out of the perfect girlfriend.
Pinching her lips into a line, Kim looked lost as her wide searching eyes scanned my every feature. All of today I can honestly say that Kim had surprised me again and again. From her sudden appearance in the hallway, to her even more sudden tackling kiss just a few feet away, Kim Possible had knocked me off my feet more times than I could count. Which is why as her lips gently, yet swiftly found them locked against my own, I knew I should not be as shocked as I was by her actions.
The next few moments all I could do was focus on the sensation of Kim’s lips lovingly pressed against mine. They were completely still, their goal not for passion or arousal, but emotion as we breathed each others breath. Eventually as my brain came back online I pressed myself into the kiss mimicking her in just focusing on their texture instead of anything else. As much as I wanted to taste her lips, I knew this was more than just carnal desire.
After what seemed like forever, but turned out to be only several seconds, the sound of our lips separating echoed throughout the room. Afterward Kim opened her eyes, choosing to stare deeply into my own with a happy, yet bashful expression etched into her features. And seeing that, I found my heart still, entranced by the fresh color swirling beneath her cheeks.
“Ron,” she spoke, her voice soft and gentle. All I could was nod my head. “You’re my boyfriend,” she declared, sending my still heart into a speeding stamped in my rib cage. “And I, she continued, “am your girlfriend. So things like… this. You don’t need to be so embarrassed.” Speaking, her free hand fell onto my chest where it began to stroke calming little circles. “Actually,” she straightened, her cheeks flushing with color, “I… I already knew that you might want to... do things. And that if I wanted to keep you, I would have to be prepared...” Finishing her statement, her eyes flashed away, obviously embarrassed by her own boldness. And yet as they returned I could see the emotion in her eyes signifying her truth.
Silently I was surprised by her sudden proclamation of our new relationship. I thought it a little strange for her to decide that on her own, but then realized this to just be part of Kim’s personality. And thinking about it, I was glad to not have to ask. Honestly, its not as if I was going to complain. But then, Eyes wide with surprise, my train of thought was derailed completely as I began to wonder if Kim had seriously just given me the green light to feel her up.
Swallowing with my suddenly very dry throat I stared into Kim’s face, still turned away in embarrassment, and felt my hand twitch. Like this, I watched her face with careful consideration as I moved my hand closer, moving it to her hip and up its gentle curve. And this time as I felt the wonderful softness of her breast resting in my palm, I stared without flinching as Kim looked back up. The surprise on her features lasts only a moment before it is replaced with a shy, nervous air. This is all she had before she allowed herself to lean her head back onto my chest, twisting her back as to give me better access. And this silent action of permission was all I needed before I sighed, my entire being deflating into the couch as I pulled Kim closer into my body, holding her with one hand as my other began to explore the wonderful curvature of her young teenage body.
As I began testing the wonderful softness that was Kim’s breast, Kim remained stoically silent as she remained curled against my body. Through her shirt and bra it there was not all that much to be felt. But the act alone, as well as the acceptance of Kim allowing me to fondle her made up for any reduction her clothing might have had in excitement. Oh no, this was wonderful.
Every now and then, I was treated to the sound of Kim’s breath hitching in her throat. This was almost always followed by the sensation of her head nuzzling in my shoulder as if to become even closer. With a happy smile, my grin couldn’t be any bigger as I kissed the top of her head, breathing in the wonderful smell of her hair as I did so.
This time together lasted for more than a few minutes until finally once again I found my mind racing with possibilities.
I can’t say why, call it my own twisted personality, or just that I’m a guy, but in the moments that followed all I could do was feel my member begin to expand. And right then, all I wanted to do was be with her. All I wanted was for her to know just how much I loved her, to show her the only way I knew how.
Breathing hard my fondling hand stilled on her warm, soft mound. In the haze of my mind, I felt my other hand tighten possessively around Kim’s shoulders. Then, unable to talk myself out of it I watched as my hand slipped lower on to Kim’s tight, firm stomach. From there, my heart began to pound as I continued lower still. Finally, as my hand landed on the inner flesh of her thigh, Kim jumped in surprise, opening her eyes just long enough to gaze up and become frozen by the intense burning in my eyes.
“Ron?” Kim asked. Her voice sounded small, almost frightened as it resembled more of a little girl than the young woman that she was. But this meant little to me as I watched her small tongue peak out just slightly as the redhead nervously licked her lips. On my chest her hands tightened and I could feel her heart flutter nervously.
“Ron,” she repeated, and this time I managed to nod my head, all the while keeping my eyes locked on her candy colored lips. “Um, wow,” she gave a nervous laugh, glancing down at my hand between her thighs before returning back to me. “I just… I want you know how much I trust you, and… care about you. And that… that I meant what I said before.” At this I did raise my gaze, turning to her eyes as she fidgeted nervously.
In her expression I was amazed at how peaceful she seemed. Though clearly nervous, Kim was unbelievably confident as she matched my gaze, a kind of subtle anxious happiness sweating from her pours. “Ron,” she continued, now seeing I had her full attention. “I’m ready… if you want me.” finishing her sentence in the barest of whispers, Kim closed her eyes tight as placed her hand on top of mine, gently nudging farther into her skirt. And in that moment, it was all I could do keep my heart beating.
“KP,” I gaped, my tone wistful and amazed. As much as wanted to scream yes, to jump up and down and cheer until my voice is horse, I found myself cautious. As ironic as it seemed, I needed to know she wanted it. After everything I’ve done, such a thing should mean nothing. But for Kim, I needed to know.
“Kim,” I spoke. “Are you… are you sure?” I questioned, my tone as stern as steel. “You don’t need to force yourself for anyone.”
Looking up it seemed my tone was enough for Kim to see I was taking this very seriously. And as she saw my concerned expression, her eyes seemed to shine for a moment before a soft smile curled the corners of her lips.
“I know it might seem sudden,” she admitted, “but I had to do a lot of thinking about you and me over the last few weeks. And at first it wasn’t easy for me to admit how much I feel for you, but once I did, I knew there wasn’t anyone I could ever trust more. In the end all I had to do was listen to what my hearts been telling me all along; that Ron Stoppable is the guy for me.” at this I watched as Kim slipped her hands around my neck, encircling them in a warm embrace that placed her head directly on my shoulder. “I know you care about me,” she whispered, her warm breath landing on my ear. “And there isn’t anyone else I would rather share this with.” Finishing what she needed to say, she tightened her embrace pulling her face into the side of my neck.
If there was ever a moment to regret what I had done, I knew right then was the time. I knew I had messed with Kim’s emotions, tricking her into believing that it was her own heart that wanted me rather than sex induced dreams I had forced upon her. Right now she sounded so sure, so confident. It should break my heart to think about how I had manipulated her for my own gain. I should be weeping with shame for the crimes I had committed. I should break away from her hug and tell her everything.
But… it didn’t, and I’m not, and I won’t.
Instead, I felt my heart swell as I held her shoulders pulling her away to stare into the flushed, vulnerable expression gazing upon me with so much trust, it actually frozen me. But only for a moment. After that, I smiled, and savored the nervous grin Kim mirrored as I leaned in and captured her lips.
Of all the kisses me and Kim had shared, both conscious and unconscious, I could honestly say that this was my favorite. It started out slow, with both of us savoring the serenity of the moment. But them, as the seconds passed and the passion grew, I could feel the pressure behind our lips increasing. Gentle brushes and light suction matured, and before I knew it I could feel her tongue licking at my lips and then against my own. It was just the beginning, and I knew this small fire would become an inferno.
This time as we broke apart, Kim’s eyes held that same dazed haze of pleasure. Hearing her swallow, I held my hand against her cheek pulling the crown of her head against my nose as I inhaled her delicious scent. “KP?” I asked, speaking into her fiery tresses. “Can we… go to your room?”
For the barest of moments Kim remained so still, I had to wonder if she had heard me. but as her hands moved to cup mine holding them tenderly against her cheek she wordlessly nodded her head, nuzzling it against my lips as she rose to take my hand and pull me to my feet.
Before Kim or I could so much as blink we found ourselves up the stairs and in her room. Walking in first, I turned to see Kim closing the door, her back resting against its wooden frame as she stared at me with wide, excited eyes. As neither of us moved from our positions, I took the initiative and offered the girl a small, but imploring grin. Then, as if all of this was little more than a dip in the pool, I offered my hand, beckoning the redheaded teen to join me. And just like the Kim I knew, it was all she needed to cross the distance between us and bury her head in my chest.
For a few moments Kim remained like this breathing in my shirt and trying, and failing to hide the excited smile growing on her lips.
Before I could even get my arms around her, she broke away, stalking behind me to her bed where she sat down, smoothing out the wrinkles in her cover. I watched this, staring as she turned her big green eyes at me offering a nervous smile and nodded her head.
--------------------------lemon-------------------------------
Settling in next to her, both of us simply stared ahead too nervous to even attempt contact. But then, as if a silent signal had gone off, we turned our heads and stared into each other’s eyes. In her breast, I could almost see Kim’s heart pounding. And at that moment I only wanted her to see that mine was no better. And so, with nothing else, I reached down to take her hand and brought it to my lips. Along her palm I kissed the moist flesh tenderly, savoring the taste and never breaking eye contact.
With her hand on my mouth, Kim seemed to unfreeze as she shuttered, a delicate sigh drifting from her lips. This is all the warning I received before I found Kim leaning back, laying down on her bedding and pulling me above her. It was like this I stared down at Kim, her red hair spread around her like an angelic halo and her big green eyes staring up at me with what I knew to be complete and irrefutable trust.
With both my hands bracing myself above her, the rest of me remained kneeling on the bed off of her side. Still over the edge of the bed, Kim’s feet dangled to the floor leaving the rest of her strewn across the bed like a five star meal on a table just waiting to be devoured. And bringing my lips down to her neck, I breathed hotly before tasting her just above her pulse point. I lashed this spot with my tongue, scraping my teeth gently agents the tender flesh. And as Kim’s breathe hitched, her voice gasping for the smallest of seconds, my erection grew even harder, pressing dangerously against Kim’s hip.
“I love you Kim,” I dared to whisper, speaking the words I had only dared to dream. And in response, Kim merely sighed, her arms wrapping around my back and pulling my chest against hers.
“Ron,” she spoke, her eyes sparkling under the ceiling light. And that was all it took.
Pressing my lips against the crook of her neck Kim sighed as she tilted her head, arching the slender appendage as to give me better access. Along the nape of my neck I could feel her delicate fingers exploring, drifting up and down into my hair. This drove me as I nipped and licked her skin knowing exactly how she enjoyed to be tasted.
With two nights of prior knowledge, I knew Kim’s body like I had a map. This proved especially fruitful as in no time at all I could already feel the twin peaks of Kim’s breasts poking into my chest.
Bracing one hand above Kim’s head, I steadied myself before allowing my hand to cradle Kim’s head. From her hair I traced my fingers against the line of her jaw traveling all the way down to her shoulder where I palmed the warm expanse of her ribcage. Knowing my intention, Kim’s back seemed to arch as she buried her face into my neck, digging her fingers into my hair as if to hold me in place.
With my lips still in action, I tried to calm the innocent teen as I drew my hand up higher teasing her through the thin material of her shirt. Finally, as my hand landed on the full softness of her right breast, great billows of breath rushed from both of us in a conjoined sigh.
In Kim’s neck I couldn’t help but smile as the now favorite pillowy texture rested against my palm. I loved Kim’s body. It was the greatest thing in the world. Nothing on this earth felt better. And as Kim’s lips began to return the favor, suckling shyly on the spot where my neck sloped into my collarbone, I found myself groaning at the sensation only she could bring out of me.
With her breast in my hand and her lips on my neck, I became aware of Kim’s tongue as it shyly peeked out from her lips and began to teasingly lick the sensitive area of my neck. This forced my grip to increase, palming the delicate orb with a firm grip. The resounding squeak that resonated around the room stopped both of us as we registered the noise Kim had released into the room. And while I knew Kim was no doubt embarrassed, it had been the most seductive noise I had ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
All up and down Kim’s neck my lips worked, chewing the delicate delicacy with clear intent as love bites decorated the slender appendage all along its tender curve. Kim might be sore about it later, but at the moment all I could thing about was showing my claim on this wonderful girl. Tomorrow morning when we walked into school, I wanted every one of those leering bastards to know that Kim was no longer on the market, that she was mine. This drove me as my fingers dug deeper into the perky expanse of Kim’s breast.
The taste of Kim on my lips never ceased to arouse me as I found the pressure in my pants becoming painful. If possible I would be more than happy using my lips to explore her body top to bottom. But right now, as the heat of the room began to grow uncomfortable, I had the insatiable need to shed my clothing, and Kim hers. This is how I found the strength to break my lips from Kim’s skin and pull back enough to stare down at her beautify flushed face, watching as her breathing panted in obvious excitement.
“Ron?” she called out. Looking up at me, her eyes were half lidded, drunk on arousal. And in response, I bent down just enough to peck her lips before leaning back and staring at the hem of her shirt.
“KP,” I smiled. Touching the line of cloth, I teased the flesh of her belly, careful to only brush my fingers against its pink expanse. This brought a sharp breath to break from Kim as her eyes became bright and alert. “Can I… take this off?” I questioned. And as a look of fear flashed across her features, I quickly brought my hand to her cheek, forcing her to keep our eyes locked in a smoldering gaze. “Please,” I asked, touching the red hair of eye brow with my thumb. “I… I want to see you.” And just like I wanted her eyes went wide before closing in an unmistakable look of surrender.
“Rooon,” she groaned. But that was all the resistance she gave as she relaxed back against the bedding, shifting her arms as to give me better access. With her head turned to the side, Kim watched me observing her body through the corner of her eye, shyly glimpsing at the fire that burned in the very core of my being. This is how she watched, lips pinched tight as I teased the hem of her shirt higher. And as I finally reached the line of her bra, I had the pleasure of seeing her face flush tomato red before she released a groan, throwing her forearm over her eyes and shielding her face from view.
Teasing Kim was always a fun time. This is why, as I enjoyed exposing her skin to the open air, I did so as slowly, and tortuously as possible. Whatever Kim had seen in my eyes as I gazed upon her seemed to compel her to continue as she peaked under her arm, a single eye watched anxiously. And as I neared her perky bust, I made sure to give her eye one last look before splaying my fingers under the cloth to cup her breasts and pull the last of her shirt up to her color bone. With this, her chest was completely exposed, hidden only by a sheer and bright red bra that screamed passion to anyone lucky enough to gaze upon such a treasure.
Cut low, the top of the bra reached just above the nipple cradling the bottom for support. When standing I’m sure this was just enough to hide the rose capped breasts. But on her back, gravity did the most wonderful things shifting her mounds just enough for her nipple to peek out from its red prison. This sight alone sent my member throbbing as it pressed against the inside of my pants.
“Ron,” Kim sighed fretfully as she could no doubt feel the cool air tickling her exposed nubs. But too afraid to look down she simply continued to stare at me, watching as my eyes devoured her from the waist up. And seeing my desire, seeing the amount of lust I held for her seemed to give her a moment of courage as she moved her arms, lifting them to above her head and giving me the view of a lifetime. “Is… it okay?” she asked self-consciously. In some part of her, I could see she still worried that it would be possible to not find her completely irresistible. Gazing up at me with her seduction as strong as ever, a small but clear expression of worry marred her angelic features. And cupping her bosom in each of my hands, I knew this would not do.
“Kim,” I spoke, eye trained on hers. Bringing my face down to her breasts I made a daring move as I pressed my cheek against the ruff material of her bra, nuzzling it ever so softly as to touch the edge of my cheek against her budding nipple. This shocked Kim out of whatever state she had been in, as a soft gasp flew from her lips. “You are beautiful,” I finished. Saying what should not even need to be said.
If she only knew the depth of my desire, just how much I craved her touch… it would scare her. Because god knows how much it can scare me some times. But right now isn’t the time to think about that, right know is the time to make Kim feel as beautiful as everyone but her could see she was.
Kim had no time to respond to my words of love I turned my head, pulling the cup of her bra out of the way and latching onto her taught nub. This forced a high gasp from her lips as her back instinctively arched into my tongue.
With the soft flesh of Kim’s breast in my mouth I suckled like a new born drawing the entire nipple into my grinding taste buds. With my free hand, I drew it under the cup of Kim’s bra as to give me access to her other nipple. This increased Kim’s sighs as she tried, and failed, to hide her growing breath and sounds of arousal by burying her face into the crook of her arm. All this did however was encourage me to make her even louder.
“Ron,” Kim sighed, a harsh breath quickly following. This is all the warning I received before I found Kim’s hand buried into my hair, tangling themselves into the locks and pulling them with each swipe of my tongue. Teasing the very tip of her nipple, Kim’s grip would harden as she pushed me harder into her breast. Then, as I drew it deep into my mouth and circled the soft cream colored areola, her choking gasp would always accompany the sensation of her nails digging dangerously into the surface of my skull. And soon, the pain began to feel good as I accompanied it to Kim’s pleasure.
I loved that I could make her moan with just my tongue. I loved how sensitive her nipples were. Little perky twin peaks, that’s the only way to describe them as they jutted from Kim’s chest and into my embrace. And while I knew Kim would take exception to the ‘little’ comment, she need only know that her bust was more than enough to satisfy me.
With every sharp yank of my hair, I knew her arousal was growing. No doubt if I were to reach under her skirt I would feel the moist honey of her sex warming my fingers with its heat. And daring to do so, as my hand rubbed back and forth along her clenched thighs I tried to worm my hand between to access her core. Unfortunately, as my attempts became more and more fevered, Kim gave a deep sigh before finally grabbing my hand, pulling it away back to her waist. In this action I found a spark of disappointment but forced myself to set it aside. This was Kim’s first tie after all, at least to her. I just loosen her up a bit.
Breaking away from Kim’s breast, the sound of my lips echoed throughout the room as her chest jiggled back to its relaxed position. I enjoyed this sight immensely as I thoughtlessly continued to tease her other breast, gazing upon her flushed features lovingly. Through parted lips quick and haughty breaths gasped in and out as Kim struggled to regain her composure. I knew all these new and exciting sensations were throwing her body into a maelstrom of emotions. I could only think back to my own first experience and shudder. But finally, as her heaving breasts calmed, if only slightly, she managed to open her eyes to look at mine.
As Kim motioned to sit up, I moved from over her to give her some room, watching as she moved her arm to cover her disheveled bra. Like this a tired yet energized expression stared at me, an unreadable expression growing on her face as her eyes narrowed, shifting from to the bedspread.
“You… really know what you’re doing, huh?” she spoke, earning an understanding, and guilty expression to form on my features. No doubt she was thinking of Yori, and what she thinks we had been doing together. Unfortunately, as much as I would like to ease her feelings and tell her the truth, that there is no me and Yori, it is far easier for her to believe I gained this experience through some other girl than what really happened.
“I… I guess,” I relented, shrugging my shoulders. Leaning back on my knees I rubbed my neck unsure what to say to ease her mind. Thankfully, after only a few minutes the sensation of Kim’s hand on my shoulder forced me to look up and see a look of worry painted across her face.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, her brow furled in regret. “I didn’t mean to ruin the mood, I just… I really lose it whenever I picture you and her… you know. I guess I’m just mad at myself for not snatching you up earlier.” And with that Kim attempted a reassuring smile, tight against her pained features. And that’s all it took for me to lean in and kiss her worries away.
As I leaned back only a few inches, Kim was biting her lip, a blissful smile on her lips. “all that matters is that I’m here now.” I responded. Grinning shyly, ducking my head ever so slightly. Then, holding her hand I traced the line of her shoulder feeling the soft texture of her skin. “Besides,” I continued. “Being a little experienced… has its advantages.” I finally responded, smiling coyly as Kim flushed under my gaze.
Bringing my moving hand down to her free hand, I cupped her fingers, slowly moving her arm away from her breast. And only when I had both of her arms at her sides did I raise my head grinning at Kim’s uncomfortable expression as her breasts were once again exposed. “Don’t hide yourself from me,” I spoke, my eyes pinning her with my gaze. “I want to see all of you.”
Kneeling next to each other, Kim made no motion to cover herself as she continued to stare into my eyes. It was only after several seconds that she blushed, nodding. Then, as I smiled at her, I tugged on the bunched remnants of her shirt showing her what I wanted.
Understanding my wordless request, Kim’s eyes flashed dangerously as I could see her exasperation at my interest in her boobs. Thankfully, she was quick to deflate as she rolled her eyes, pinching her lips in a tight line that could only mean surrender.
Pulling her arms through the parts of her shirt, the shimmering garment I had found oh so alluring quickly became an abandoned lump of cloth as Kim freed her head from its confines and tossed it off the bed. Watching her remove her shirt, I took pleasure from the effect Kim’s motion had on her breasts as they wobbled and shook. And then, much to my surprise, I watched as, without even being asked, Kim reached behind her back and unclipped her red bra before shucking it over her shoulders baring her chest completely to the world.
“You wanted all of me, right?” Kim grinned boldly. And with that she reached out tugging at my hand and beckoning me to come closer. “Kiss me,” she murmured as I came knelt next to her on the bed. And giving her a welcoming grin, I was more than happy to oblige.
On the unstable surface of Kim’s bed we balanced precariously as we held each other close, lips locked in an emotional connection. After a few seconds of this, I felt Kim’s hand leave my shoulder, slipping along my chest as she drew it lower and lower. And while my heart began to pound in my chest, I found myself with a small consolation prize as it changed direction at just the last moment, moving up my shirt. This is how I found my stomach being exposed as Kim’s hand pressed against my stomach, her fingers moving wonderfully across my flesh as she began to explore my body. Unconsciously I couldn’t help but see how she was mimicking some of the moves I had pulled on her, teasing, testing to see what kind of reactions would occur. And this was fine be me as I found myself nodding her on, encouraging her to take things as far as she was willing to go.
After so long Kim’s other hand fell as well, choosing to make itself useful and pull the hem of my jersey higher and higher as Kim’s nimble fingers tickled the side of my ribs. I loved the feeling of her hands on me. So soft, so gentle. Even though I’m the guy I can’t help but think it adorable.
“Mmm,” Kim moaned into my lips as my tongue twirled against hers. Quickly the young teen broke away as she took a moment to breath. “Ron,” she sighed, licking away the access saliva that had spilled on her lips. And to distracted by this action I missed it as she began to pull on my shirt. It was only when she gave it a particularly rough tug and I nearly fell that I looked up to see her hungry gaze.
On her chest I could her nipples hard and at attention, and by the way she was looking at me, I could feel her desire mounting, ready to explode in a storm of need. Finally as I looked down to her hand I recognized the request. “Please and thank you,” she grinned coyly. And dropping my shirt, she seemed to lay back watching me much as I had her.
Not one to disappoint I nodded my head, grinning bashfully under her sudden attention. And without too much stalling I gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head in one swift motion.
In the brief darkness of my shirt I can’t really say what expression I was expecting to see on the other side. Desire, pleasure, happiness, love, but as my head sprang free and I returned my attention to Kim my expression curled at as I found the once vivacious and sexy young teen staring at me in what looked to be utter surprise. Unable to help it, I felt my hand cross across my chest, unsure what it was that was causing her to stare at me so.
“KP?” I asked, only the slightest hint of worry carried in my tone. And hearing me, Kim’s gaping mouth snapped shut, before her hand struck out to grab my wrist, yanking it away.
“Ron!” she exclaimed, a look of surprise still glimmering in her eyes. “You! You have muscles!” and with that I could only stop, blinking in the surprise Kim’s comment had forced upon me.
Glancing down at my body, I could kind of see what she was talking about. Along my chest and abdomen, small but defined shapes of a fit body could be seen. It wasn’t like anything that a guy could show off or anything. In comparison, Brick was easily five times my size in terms of muscle. But, even still, Kim didn’t seem to care as her hand flattened against my meager, but acceptable excuse for abs.
Seeing a small smile curled at her lips, I couldn’t help but flex if only slightly, tightening the flesh she seemed so fascinated with. And in response, as the surface of my skin hardened, Kim couldn’t hold back a girly giggle of amazement.
Unable to help it, I couldn’t restrain the smile that formed on my face as Kim fawned over my torso. Being as small as I am, I had been slightly afraid of her reaction. But it seemed Kim enjoyed the fit type, rather than muscular. I myself enjoyed her physic quite a bit.
“so its okay?” I grinned, gently mocking her own words spoken only moments before.
“Shut up,” she chastised, ginning sadly as she slapped my shoulder in embarrassment. This is when her smile disappeared, replacing itself with a look of thought as she took as second glance at my bared torso.
“KP?” I asked.
Looking up Kim shook her head, flushing ever so slightly as she tried to wave of my questioning gaze. This was quickly followed by yet another shy glance as Kim eyebrow rose appreciatively. “It’s nothing,” she swore, trying and failing to calm the warmth creeping upon her cheeks. “It’s just…” she stalled. And in the silence I watched a new wave of color danced beneath her pale completion. “you actually kind of… sexy.” And upon saying the word ‘sexy’ Kim froze my breath as playful smile bloomed across her fare face.
“Ah, booyah!” I exclaimed without warning, excitement bursting from my wide and exuberant grin. And with this I enjoyed Kim’s laugh as I swept her into my arms, falling onto the bed with her landing on my chest, bouncing as the springs of her mattress displaced our combined weight.
“okay, try not to let it get to your head,” Kim warned, giving me a look of caution as she knew my tendency to take things too far. And in response I could only grin sheepishly, silently celebrating Kim’s admission of attraction.
The following moments, Kim and I lapsed into another bout of silence. With Kim still above me, her chest against mine, her face remained mere inches away. This is where I watched as her grinning expression cooled, remembering the situation faced before us.
Ever so slightly Kim’s hand rose from my chest, moving to my face, she tenderly caressed its skin. In Kim’s eyes she watched me, gazing upon me with a soft and tender expression. Like gravity the pull between us forced our faces to swallow the distance separating us as our lips met tenderly. Once, twice, three times, Kim brushed her lips against mine rubbing her body against mine as she did so.
Moving her arms to bury her hands back in my hair, Kim allowed me to take the full brunt of her weight as she suckled on my bottom lip. I paid this no mind however as the delicate thing upon me could weigh no more than a bird perched upon the most fragile of branches.
In reality I knew I tended to exaggerate Kim’s attributes, but at the moment, all I could focus on was the warming touch of Kim’s lips, and the sublet heat growing between me and Kim’s connected bodies.
By now all of Kim’s wonderful meal had completely disappeared from Kim’s lips leaving only the natural and distinct flavor of Kim. Not to say her saliva held any real presence. More so, it was tantalizing zest of her tongue as it licked at mine. It was cool in my mouth, but not chilled. And from the rough surface of her taste buds I felt the friction between our entangle appendage could start a fire. Even so, with the bland sauce of Kim’s spit intermingling with my own, and her tiny pink tongue daringly exploring the cavity of my mouth, I could help it no longer as i ground myself against her.
Allowing my hands to begin to roam, I had spent the last few moments running my fingertips up and down the pale flesh of Kim’s nude back. But now as I reached, I couldn’t help myself as my grouping hands slowly but surely found themselves encroaching over the warm and pillowy surface of Kim’s round, taught butt, still concealed in the tight wrap of her skirt.
As my hand finally landed home, I celebrated the victory by palming the delicate orb, savoring its softness as I gave it a single squeeze, this forced a sharp squeak to erupt from Kim’s lips as we broke apart, she stared at me in surprise.
“Ron,” she grinned, a naughty expression forming on her features. Then falling silent, her gaze glanced away before her teeth bit into the gleaming surface of her bottom lip, as if holding in a burst of laughter. “That’s my… butt,” she finally voiced, whispering the word as if it were some sort of scandal. This was as much as she could take it seemed, before she buried her face into the crook of my neck releasing a small but vocal bout of giggles.
Laughing right along with her I nuzzled my chin against her forehead, giving her supple bottom another grope, just for good measure. “I know,” I responded with a grin. And seeing my clear dismissal of the fact, Kim’s eyes went wide, her own smile splitting her face.
“I mean…,” as she struggled to voice her thoughts her eyes crinkled with mirth. “you're touching it…”
At her admission I couldn’t hold back my laughter as she squirmed embarrassingly on my chest. In the back of my mind I once again recalled last Friday where Kim had been left for display, her rear high in the air and her cheeks spread as I had buried my finger into her back passage. With a sense of dark humor I could only imagine the face she would make if I tried that now. But quickly I pushed such thoughts aside as I began to move my hand up and down, caressing her backside in slow leisurely circles.
“I’ve wanted to for a while,” I admitted shamelessly, silently enjoying the perplexed expression that appeared on Kim’s face.
“You… like my butt?” she questioned, a single eyebrow rising as is unsure if she should like this face. In response, I just nodded my head smiling unabashed.
“crazy about it,” I admitted. Then, after only a moment of deliberation, the good old Ron style sense of humor reared its ugly head as I ginned, pulling the redheaded teen tight against me using only her bottom. “Why do you think I always let you go first when we go crawling around in vents? One heck of a view KP.” And just like I hoped I got to enjoy the shocked expression on Kim’s face as she stared at me, mouth agape.
“Ron!” she chastised, her eyes wide with disbelief. And in response, all I could do was laugh, unbelievably happy at the freedom Kim and I seemed to have found.
After a few moments, Kim calmed down enough to close her mouth. Though in its place Kim continued to stare into my mirthful face, a speculative gleam dancing in her eye. And as she gave a big sigh, a rueful smile played on her lips as a look of pride flashed below the surface. “You… like it that much?” she asked cautiously, her eyes gleaming with impish curiosity. And seeing this, I could lean my head back into her pillows and sigh contently as she rested her chin on my collarbone, waiting.
“KP,” I smiled, my voice becoming husky in the environment. “it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
For a moment Kim seemed taken aback by my bold response. Ever so slightly however I could see a prideful expression rising to the surface. “Really?” she asked coyly. And then, with but the slightest look of hesitation, I watched as Kim gave her hips the smallest of wiggles, rubbing her bum right into my hand.
Encouraged by the sexual act, my eyes grew wide with pleasure as I took the invitation to squeeze her rear, earning a small gasp to fly from her lips. “God, KP” I groaned. If the pressure on my pants grew any tighter I felt as though my staff would actually punch a hole straight through my zipper.
Turning my eyes on Kim, I was surprised to see a mirthful, even pleased expression on Kim’s face as she saw the effect she was having on me. This caused my eyes to flash dangerously as I pulled Kim’s face close, staring her in the eye as my hand traced the crease between her cheeks. “Whenever you weren’t looking I would always try and steal a glance,” I told her. At my admissions Kim’s grin disappeared into a look of surprise. “Especially in your cheerleading outfit. Whenever you were dancing to the music, and you would twirl, your skirt would rise just enough to see your spankies.”
Continuing with my words, a devilish grin grew on my face as Kim continued to listen, no doubt shocked by what I was saying. To her this was all new; I had just been her friend, just Ron. But the way I was speaking she was forced to see, to understand just how long my lust for her had been growing. “And in your pajama bottoms,” I grinned, “the lavender ones. I can’t stand how thin they’ve gotten. And you wonder why I could never focus while studying.” At this I had to laugh.
Honestly I did feel a little worried telling Kim all of this. After all, it wasn’t really her fault that my mind just happened to be slightly perverted. It was like in everything she did, I could see sex oozing from her every action. Eating a bowl of cereal, watching TV on the coach, walking, it was like I couldn’t help but admire everything she did.
Eyes still wide, Kim’s glanced away blushing at my open honesty. And as she chewed her lip I could see her mind racing with the information I had fed her. Finally, after a few moments, and a few more squeezes, Kim looked back at me happiness gleaming her eyes.
“I’m… glad you like it so much,” she answered impishly, pausing only for a moment to find the right words. “And,” she continued, “if you really like it that much, maybe sometime after this I could…” she froze, blushing. “Wear my cheerleading outfit… just for a bit.” And as she glanced up at me, a playfulness I had never seen dancing in her green orbs I felt my heart spill with desire.
Eyes burning with desire, I couldn’t help myself as my brain fogged over, Kim breathed hotly as I grabbed a handful of her backside. Molding it in my hand, I spread her cheeks forcing a soft sigh to fly from Kim’s lips before she whimpered, pressing her pelvis into the side of my leg where she rested. Prompted by this motion, I couldn’t hold back my groan of pleasure. And without even thinking I gave a deep sigh as I raised my knee ever so slightly.
While my movement may have been tiny, the effect was not.
With Kim laying on top of me, our legs remained entangle at the end of the mattress. Unknown by Kim, with only her delightful skirt to serve as protection, my right leg lay it perfect position to feel her velvety core.
Lifting my leg it now rested directly against Kim’s panty clad sex, earning a sharp and wide eyed gasp. This was quickly quelled however as the inexperienced teen made the mistake of moving in her surprise. This forced her core to grind directly against my leg creating the most delicious kind of friction.
With a fluttery kind of sigh, Kim’s lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as she experienced this. Unable to help myself, I watched with fascination as she seemed to freeze, unsure what to do.
Rubbing her butt, Kim’s expression flickered to me. And staring into her unsettled eyes, I smiled, nodding my head as I tried to get her to reenact her movement. And much to my pleasure, with only a few seconds of hesitation, Kim cast a wary glance backward at her butt as she pressed it against my leg, grinding into it ever so slightly and purring in delight at the sensations it created.
With one hand on her bottom, I sneakily slid my other to her hip. This is how I held Kim as she began to explore her first real taste of sex.
In the beginning she started out slow, awkwardly trying to find her rhythm as she wiggled against my leg. Once, twice, three times, she tested this positon each one accompanied by a quick glance at my face. In her breath I could hear the strain she put in trying to conceal the depth of her need. But try as she might, no matter how shy she was at this new experience I could see the growing approval she gave in this newfound act.
Watching Kim find pleasure in her own body, I couldn’t help but marvel at how much sexual pleasure was like a drug. One little taste, one little spark was all you needed. Then, like a starved addict it was only a matter of time before you began to crave more, always more.
These were my thoughts as I watched Kim’s face cringe in pleasure, a soft mewl breaking from her lips as she dared to press the full strength of herself into her hips. This sound resonated with my soul as I enjoyed the bright flush of Kim’s skin. However, even with the embarrassment no doubt haunting Kim’s mind it did little to deter her as a heated breath broke from her mouth as she pressed herself yet again hard against my thigh. And this time, Kim did not break contact.
“Ron,” she breathed.
Gripping my chest with her nails, it was the best kind of pain as I listened to Kim try, and fail, to hold her breath in. all the while wigging her hips up and down, slipping the heated core of her sex against the rough material of my cargo pants. Having long ago given up trying to abate her flushed cheeks, Kim made due hiding her expression in my chest, breathing against my skin in quick, gasping breaths as she humped again and again.
With Kim’s breasts still pressed against my chest I felt her nipples swell with pleasure. And with both hands now pressed firmly against her cheeks, I used this as leverage as I gladly helped the struggling teen find her rhythm. If Kim knew I was helping her, she gave no sign as she found herself suddenly lost in the pleasure of her own body. This is how my eyes watched, with lust as I bared witness to the first of Kim’s experiences.
“Ron!” Kim gasped, shifting her face to look at me. And gazing right back I my eyes burned with arousal as I saw her flushed, lustful expression.
Without words I knew what she was requesting. And so with no trouble at all I angled my head, pulling her forward just enough for our lips to make contact. In my lungs I could feel Kim still gasping, stealing my oxygen as her greedy mouth devoured everything I had to offer.
With Kim’s crotch subtly creating a fire on my pants, I groaned at the sudden appearance of her other leg as it found itself nestle right up against my tented erection. Weather Kim knew this or not, it was just what I required as I needed no prompting to press myself into the toned flesh, imitating the redhead exactly as our bodies fell into the rhythm.
Scrapping against my zipper I found only pain where I desperately sought pleasure. And so with little other choice, I stalled my lips against Kim’s for but a moment as I moved one of my hands, seeking to relive my pressure. And Kim, noticing my hands absence through her pleasure fogged brain, stopped kissing my brains out just long enough to look back, watched with parted, gasping breath as I pinched the end of my pants metallic zipper. And as I urged the metal bit downward, I could swear Kim’s form froze as she watched, entranced.
Incapable of the patience required to drag this moment out any longer, I could only sigh in relief as I found myself suddenly free of the binding prison of my pants. And while still slightly concealed by my underpants, through the slit in the front the bright red head of my throbbing member peeked out as if to shyly say hello to its knew viewer. And in response to this inaudible greeting, Kim merely continued to stare, frozen in all but her fingers as they dug dangerously deep into my chest.
“Kim,” I sighed, groaning at my need for release. Any kind. And upon hearing the need in my voice as well as deep husky tone I had adopted, Kim broke her eyes away from my partially concealed member to gaze up at my eyes, a lost and suddenly very nervous expression on her face.
“Ron, I…” she stuttered out. And without warning the fire like warmth we had created between us ended as Kim broke away.
Bracing myself on my elbows, I looked at Kim as she kneeled on the bed, still straddling my leg but with her eyes locked on my crotch. “KP?” I questioned. And upon receiving no answer I sighed, and gave the girl the smallest of smiles.
In her breast I could actually see the vibration her heart created in its stamped, hammering into her ribcage and sending the smallest of ripples through her breasts. The expression on her face could only be described as enraptured as she looked upon my erection, fascination practically leaking from her every pore.
Truthfully, my patience for Kim’s… nervous reactions was beginning to wear me down. As my hardness throbbed with need, all I wanted was to burry myself as deep as her body would allow. And yet, despite this, the teen hero remained leaning away, as if the throbbing appendage would strike if she were to come to close. But regardless, I forced my face to smile, despite my desperation and continue to be patient.
“Kim?” I asked. And this time my voice seemed to reach her as she looked up, the same wide, searching expression frozen on her face. “Do you want to… see it?” I asked, hoping to spur things along.
Eyes becoming even wider at my question, she took a quick glance back at my crotch before returning to my face confliction shining in her eyes. “Um,” she muttered, her eyebrows drawing in indecisiveness. “Would that be… okay?” and saying it she pinched her lips, worry flaring through her as she sought my approval.
With a wide and amused grin I nodded my head enthusiastically. And with no delay I moved my hands to my pants button, unlatching it in a single motion.
As I went about removing the last bits of my clothing, Kim watched my hands work with obvious fascination. It was like she had never seen pants before. And as I pushed them down my legs, a look of deep concentration burned in her features as only my boxers remained. With one final glance at her face, I swallowed nervously before slipping my fingers under the elastic of my underwear and sliding them down my hips.
Finally, as my member became free, it stood tall and proud in the bright lighting of Kim’s lamp.
“Wow,” Kim breathed, her eyes wide with inspection. With little to no shame, the teen hero made no effort to conceal her interest as she stared directly into my staff, tracing every inch with her eyes. “It’s so… veiny,” she commented, twisting her features ever so slightly. And at her description I couldn’t but let out a laugh. “Can I touch it,” she asked suddenly. And looking at her I surprise, I blushed for a moment but finally gave her an encouraging grin, happy to have her so eager to touch me.
With a hesitant reach, Kim pinched her lips nervously as her eyes remained locked on my erection watching it as her hand swallowed the distance between them. And as she made contact, I grinned at the small squeak that vibrated from her throat.
“It’s so hot!” she exclaimed, eyes wide as she placed her hand back on its girth.
Giving the girl a cocking smile I made an effort of wiggling eyebrows before responding. “Not too bad yourself KP.” And with her cheeks darkening with embarrassment, her eyes narrowed in exasperation as she shook her head.
“Ron,” she sighed fretfully, a long and tired sigh rolling from her nose as if she had long ago given up trying to reprimand me. But ultimately her interest in my throbbing member over ruled her emotions as she turned back, fascination burning in her gaze.
“Its… soft,” she admitted after so many minutes. And with that she found the courage to tentatively wrap her hands around its girth, giving it the smallest of tugs. “It’s so different then the last time I saw it,” commented offhandedly. And feeling my expression go slack, I blinked in surprise.
“Ah, KP?” I asked. “When exactly was that?!” and hearing my tone her eyes lit up in surprise before a small bubble of laughter erupted from her lips.
“Ron, we were like eight,” she explained, still giggling. “Your swim trunks fell down at the pool.” And with that she turned back to my erection, staring at it with an almost tender expression.
Mollified by her answer, I could see emotions swirling beneath the surface of Kim. And as her hand moved ever so slightly, my eyes widened as it began to stroke up and down my heated flesh.
“it’s funny,” she hummed, her eyes dropping ever so slightly. “Back then, when I saw… it, I thought it was the strangest thing I’d ever seen. Almost scary. Back then it had just seemed so… I don’t know, ugly.” She finally worded, grimacing in her own bluntness. And seeing her expression remain the same, staring dazedly into my bright red erection, I found myself, in turn, trapped in mystification.
“And now?” I asked softly, my eyes staring with adoration at the sight of her softly grasping me in her hands.
Looking up, Kim’s eyes widened for only a second before calming, returning to the tender expression she had showered over my ridged meat. “Now,” she repeated, smiling softly as she returned her gaze to the object in her hands. “I think it’s actually kind of… Beautiful.” And looking up she grinned at me, her smile full of nothing but love as her grip tightened ever so slightly. “In it's own strange… completely weird way that’s so you it’s almost beyond perfect.”
Giving her a smile, I matched her expression of love with my own, savoring the beautiful atmosphere we had created in this wonderful room. And as she leaned in, her hand still grasping my rock hard erection, I smiled into her lips more happy than I can ever remember.
For a few moment, we remained like this, tenderly pressing our lips against each other’s. All the while Kim’s hand sending pleasure through my whole body. And as I shivered in delight, I could see the happiness in her increase tenfold.
“Kim,” I groaned, as her hand began to slowly increase its pace. All along Kim's grip had been increasing, gently massaging my member as it slipped up and down from base to head. But as my arousal increased, the sight of her bottom resting on my shin began to fill my head, throwing me into haze of need. Finally, after only so long I could stand the sight of her skirt no longer as I dared to move my hand to her waist.
At the sound of her name, Kim’s lips stopped as she leaned just far enough to see each other’s faces.
“Can I… see you to?” and emphasizing my intent I made sure she felt my hand as it slipped up into the hem of her skirt.
At my question, a look of unease appeared on her features. Internally, I could only groan as I almost knew she would say no. all of tonight, while pliable, Kim’s attitude toward exposing her lower half had been less than enthusiastic, to say the least. Despite this, I could help but stroke the inside of her thigh, hoping that the pleasant sensation would be enough to cox her free from her daring skirt.
Noticing Kim’s thighs relax, however slightly, I congratulated myself on not being immediately dismissed. Even further, I raised my hand descending even deeper between her thighs. As I did this, I watched Kim’s face with glee, tantalized by the visage of her lips parting in startled pleasure. No doubt, she had been shocked as my fingers just grazed the moist, lacy texture of her panty clad sex.
Grabbing my arm, Kim’s anxiety began to disappear, replaced with the undeyable expresson of pleasure. Like this, I pulled my hand back, wanting her to see that sex was not something to be afraid of, that it was something to enjoy. It was my hopes this would be enough to summon her from her shell. And just like I’d hoped, as my hand disappeared and her tense pleasure denied, Kim opened her eyes, only to see my own staring in wait for her reply.
Ducking her head from my view, Kim’s cheeks darkened deliciously. Despite her actions, I could still see her lips, pinched in tense uncertainty. But thankfully, both for my sanity and my aching flesh, I saw her nod her head, turning it at least to look at me. “Okay.” In her eyes I could still see her fear, her hesitancy. But I paid that no mind as I knew it would not last.
Releasing a long heated breath Kim and I untangled ourselves from each other for just a moment as we effectively switched places. Now with me above her, she rested on her back staring up at me as my erection rested against the fabric of her long over stayed skirt. In her eyes I could see the fear, the anxiety. But as I touched her cheek, grinning my grin and kissing her, I felt her relax into my hands. And as I leaned back, my hands now resting on the waistline hem of her garment, the only thing in Kim’s eyes was trust as she relaxed into the pillows beneath her, nodding her head in acceptance.
Leaning over to see, I moved back just enough to see what I was doing as I began to fiddle with one of Kim’s last remaining defenses. After so many moments my searching fingers found what I was looking for as they scratched against the metal teeth of a zipper, and this was all I needed before my fingers pinched the metal bit, pulling it down and forcing a fretful mewl to vibrate from Kim’s slender throat.
Looking up, my hands gripped the bottom of her clothing as I waited for her give me the green light. And while visibly panting for breath, and worry creasing her brow, Kim closed her eyes before giving another sharp nod. This was all I needed before I began to pull, watched as the slack cloth began to reveal inch after inch of her creamy, curvaceous hips to my eyes. Aiding me in this, Kim had the courtesy to raise those beautiful hips, arching her back just enough to free her skirt from the amazing swell of her rear. With this, she allowed it to fall back onto the mattress, her body jiggling in all the right places as she did so.
Slipping the rest of the skirt away, I enjoyed the moment as Kim held up her knees, angling them towards the ceiling as I pulled the cloth over her thighs. And slipping past the joints, the tips of her toes reached towards the ceiling as I finally finished pulling them past her ankles, before unceremoniously tossing them across the room.
Staring down at Kim, my eyes darkened with arousal at the sight left before me. Matching her bra, Kim’s panties were bright red in color compliment her hair and pail skin beautifully in the bright light. Realistically I would compare this more to lingerie than just underwear, which I could help but wonder how prepared Kim had actually been going to school this morning…
Looking up at Kim’s face, she was bright red as she could see me staring. Amazingly she did not try to hide her face allowing me to see her as she watched me in silence, as my eyes devoured her core.
Giving her an excited grin she returned it, however weak, as my fingers began to touch her just above the hem of her last remained clothing. Finally, after waiting for so long, I pinched the flimsy elastic clinging the material to her young teenage hips and began to pull.
“Wait!”
Stopped by Kim’s voice my eye brows rose in surprise as she began to scramble away out from under me, covering her nether regions with her hands. And seeing my questioning gaze, Kim’s frantic expression turned embarrassed as she began to squirm.
“Kim?” I asked cautious. In my mind I couldn’t help but worry that she had changed her mind. By this point I had no idea what I would if she did. Thankfully before I could dwell on that line of thinking for too long, Kim answered my question, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear as her eyes nervously flickered around the room.
“Just… wait,” she blushed, her entire body fidgeting as she struggled to regain her composure. “I just, um, I’ll do that part, okay?” she asked. And flickering her green gaze back up to me Kim couldn’t help but look nervous, as if I might not be okay. Displacing this fear immediately, I gave the teen hero an understanding grin nodding my head in acceptance.
Seeing this, Kim seemed to sigh in relief before grabbing the top of her blanket and skootching the lower half of her body underneath. Finally, as the comforter rested just beneath her chin, Kim lowered her hands underneath and began to fidget. After a few moments of this, her hands reemerged, this time with one holding the waistband of her now discarded panties.
Disappointed by the sight of her wonderful body now hidden, any remaining reservations I might have had were dashed completely as Kim grinned, daring me with her eyes in the haughtiest of expressions. This was all the warning I received before she threw her underwear directly at my now shocked, yet excited face.
“Coming?” and with a single arm she held the blanket up invitingly, teasing me as a skin of her collarbone became visible.
Displaying my body unabashed, I crawled towards the welcoming young girl in record time, throwing my body under her covers and pulling her close as the blanket fell. Inches away from mine, Kim’s eyes shown excitedly as she could feel the heat of our bodies build beneath the soft cotton fibers around us. And in return I smiled just as bright, moving my lips to hers and allowing my hands to wander down her back and land on her now completely exposed backside.
Smiling into my lips, Kim gave a soft laugh as my hands kneaded the warm, toned mounds of her rear. Raising her leg, she rested her knee just on my hip bone as if to offer better access. Unknown to her, her action had given me access to much more than just her leg. And without any clue, as I trailed my hand down her supple flesh my finger touched the warm essence of her arousal painted across her inner thighs.
Jumping at the sudden contact, I broke away from Kim to see her lips parted in what I assumed to be pleasure. And, urging my hand closer to the wetness’ source, her eyes opened in obvious surprise as I sought out her treasure. Finally, just as her fingers began to imprint their shape into my chest, the very tip of my finger brushed across the smooth, newly shaven surface of her most sacred of areas. Aroused by my teasing, searching fingers, this final contact was all Kim needed before her parted lips released the most soft of whimpers.
Obviously all our earlier activity had caused Kim to work up quite a bit of arousal. This was what I realized as I found all of Kim’s sex moist as could be, practically dripping with excitement.
Stretching my arm, I moved quick with excitement to feel Kim’s womanhood. Deeper than before I probed my fingers past the pillow lips of her outer sex and sought instead to feel the wonderful wetness of what I knew to be nestled deeper, protected by the delicate petals of her sex. But these defenses feel quickly to my urgency and as my middle finger reached the hard surface of her pelvic bone, I grinned in triumph as I began to move my finger up and down,
With one hand on her rear, and the other curved around to touch her sex, I was forced to hold Kim close against my body to achieve such contact. In this position Kim could feel my iron hard erection as it rubbed deliciously against her belly. And in an act of wondrous kindness, Kim took the chance to mimic my actions, dipping her hand from my bare chest all the way down my body. And as her hand clasped my member, both nervous and excitedly, I could not help but urge the action on, pumping my hips and urging her hand into movement.
Grinding the head of my member into her palm, Kim worked the sensitive skin with cautious experimentation. But hearing me groan in pleasure, her grip faltered for only a moment before tightening with renewed confidence. This only added to my pleasure as her soft hand began to pump up and down, building my excitement to a whole new level.
With Kim exploring my body I was free to enjoy hers, running my finger up and down her slit with obvious relish. If Kim could see the smile on my face I knew she would blush in embarrassment. But as it were, I was enjoying myself far too much to care how stupid I looked.
The soft feel of her sex, growing hotter with each passing moment, was a sensation to behold. As I felt her wetness saturate my fingers, it was a humbling experience knowing I was the reason behind it. And seeing her soft lips part, only to release a soft groan of pleasure, it was all I could do to keep myself from losing control. At the moment, I kept myself in control by watching her closed eyes clench with pleasure as she attempted to control her body’s reaction. Unfortunately, a virgin in all but her body, Kim held not the experience, nor the knowledge to hold from me just how much she was feeling.
Like this Kim and I enjoyed ourselves, sharing our pleasures with each other without shame. Under the blanket, both of hands moved with quick determination feeling each other’s bodies and doing our best to give our partner as much pleasure as we were able. And while I had a slight advantage over Kim, I could not deny her ability to learn on the spot as I could already feel my juices bubbling. Fortunately, by the sound of Kim’s high pitched squeaks I could tell her own release was not far off.
As wonderful as it would be to give up and find release, I found the thought of reliving myself into Kim’s sheets… less than preferable. With this in mind, I had to force my hand out from Kim’s sex, just as my fingers circled the rim of her opening and instead move to her wrist, clasping it tightly as to cease her pumping motions. Opening wide, Kim’s eyes flashed around in confusion, obviously in search of what had happened. But then, seeing the fire burning in my gaze her own fire seemed to catch, igniting in understanding of what was about to happen.
Shifting our positions, I rolled on top of Kim relenting my hold on her burning sex. In this position I traced my now damp fingers down her stomach stopping only to feel the soft downy texture of her now trimmed fur.
In the back of my mind I couldn’t but smile as I realized the lack of overwhelming hair that usually occupied Kim’s sex. Instead, my exploring fingers found a tasteful patch carefully carved just above her slit. Unfortunately, as much as I craved to see this sight, if I was forced to wait any longer I could not promise my stamina would hold. So instead, I turned my gaze to Kim’s face, suddenly frozen as I found her green orbs staring beautifully into mine.
“KP,” I spoke. And just like that I couldn’t believe how real all of this was. Both of us, me and Kim on her bed, in her home, naked and about to have sex. It left me throat dry. Leaning forward I coughed before towering over Kim, leaning down just enough to peck her on the lips. And response she lifted her arms around my neck pulling me on top of her.
Deepening the kiss we were both very aware of how precarious our position was at that moment. With me towering over her, my knee rested precariously between her own and feeling the humid heat built from our strenuous activities. This left my erection mere inched bellow her belly, resting hotly against her flesh. Like this I couldn’t help grinding myself into her skin, feeling it against my shaft and scrotum as her nipple pressed into my chest.
With my hands I kept one arm braced above Kim’s head just as before. This allowed my one free hand to explore without the threat of crushing Kim with my full weight. And with this freedom I enjoyed myself as I cradled the back of Kim’s head running my fingers through her fiery red tresses eventually finding myself holding the back of her neck.
From there my heart swelled as I moved between our bodies cupping her breast and flicking my thumb over her nipple. And her responding moan only spurred me on even further as I followed the curve of her body, tracing it along her ribs, to the small of her back, and then to the wonderful swell of her perfect bottom. Finally, as the pads of my fingers groped the raw flesh of her thigh, Kim’s leg was forced to curl around my own, placing her core just inches away from my own. And as if a warning bell had erupted in our mind, we both stopped, frozen in this exact position as we stared into each other’s eyes, our chests heaving.
Swallowing nervously, Kim’s eyes were wide and dilated exposing the black of her eyes to the extreme as her blood rushed with endorphins.
Moving her hand from my back, she ran it up and down my neck before settling on my collar bone. Like this she stared up at me, panting as our activity had taken its toll on both of us. Even now I could feel and smell the sweat our bodies had created together, permeating the air with our scent and burning it into Kim’s bed.
In her eyes I could see she understood how close we were, both physically and in every other way. I was ready for everything, not even a moments’ hesitation. But my love for Kim forced me to hold back, to contain myself until she showed she was ready.
With one hand on my neck, and the other on my chest, Kim seemed to become lost in my features, staring up at me with undeniable surrealism. And matching it I tried to give her a small smile, silently asking the question we both knew was already filling every inch our beings.
Ready?
With a flash of fear consuming her features, worry curled her brow as she continued to pant with need. But finally, after a handful on moments the smallest of smiles answered my own giving me her reply.
With a shuttering breath I pulled my lips down to hers crushing them against my own in the most passionate kiss I had ever experience. And breaking away I held my lips close against hers, still connected under the smallest of pressures.
“I love you Kim,” I muttered into her mouth. And in response, Kim uttered only a single gasp before opening her legs as wide as she was able and allowing me to position myself between them.
Bringing my hand down to my dangling erection, both me and Kim peered through the space between our bodies and watched in the darkness of the blanket as I angled myself toward her opening. This being the fifth time I enjoyed the pleasure of sex, I managed with amazing coordination to do this.
As my tip brushed against her delicate folds, both of our bodies shuttered at the tingling sensation. After this I paused, giving Kim only a moment before shifting my body forward and wedging myself between her lower lips. And as I felt the firm flesh give way to my surging rod, I gasped, sighing in pleasure as my entire head slipping inside. This is where I stalled, looking up to hold Kim’s gaze before beckoning my hips forward and entering the girl of my dreams.
Just at her entrance I had been able to feel Kim’s nails biting my flesh with their sharp edges. And as the head of my erection managed past the tight ring of muscles guarding her sex, they only increased in pressure, imprinting their mark into flesh as Kim breathing began to increase, building with every small inch I managed to wedge into her tight chute.
On her face, her eyes were wide in disbelief as she watched me impale her. Every few seconds her eyes would dart up to mine sharing a single moment before returning to watch my progress into her most sacred of spots.
Reading the pressure of Kim’s hands, I gently rocked myself back and force entering little by little so as to not startle the poor girl. I knew that this was not really her first time, but to her this was exactly that, and I had no intention of freaking her out more than I needed. And so, despite the tediousness of the action, I took my time moving as gently and carefully as I could, all the while silently savoring the hot, gripping muscles that were slowly but surely swallowing my throbbing erection.
One thing I found myself thankful for was Kim’s arousal as it made the entire process of entering her that much easier. In truth as I wedged myself in her oven-like sex, she was leaking with juice well past what was needed to get inside. Her moistness combined with her heat left me gasping as my arm shook, struggling to keep the strength required or holding me above her.
“Ron,” Kim gasped, her eyes growing wide at the sensations assaulting her every nerve. Below us I had finally managed to work half of my flesh into her warmth. It was at this point Kim gasped, hands grasping as she clawed my neck and shoulder. In response to her silent cry I lifted my lips to hers, kissing them affectionately despite their unresponsiveness. And eventually her panic died as she began to kiss back, tentative, but sweet.
“Don’t worry Kim,” I answered. And looking into her eyes, she swallowed nervously before nodding her head and burring her face into my neck her breath panting as she struggled to cope.
With one final surge, I forced my hips forward to bury the rest of my staff as deep into the teen as I could go. This floored the young girl however as her voice choked, frozen in a silent gasp. For the next few moments I remained just like this allowing her to get used to feeling. And thankfully, after only a few moments she leaned back, visibly shaking as she looked up into my eyes.
“It… doesn’t hurt,” she whispered, her voice more mystified by the entirety of the moment than confused over the single detail.
In my mind the words had sent a single surge of panic through my entire being. But after only a second I forced a charming smile onto my lips as I dared myself to look the girl directly in the eyes. “That’s because we were made for each other KP.” And be it emotional overcharge of the situation, or just that Kim didn’t care, but at my words her quaking stopped as she returned my gaze giving me the biggest smile I had ever seen.
“Love me Ron,” she whispered, holding my body against hers as her lips spoke into my ear. And in response I could hold her back, crushing her petite frame to mine as I pulled myself from her folds, only to force myself right back in.
Staring out slow, all I could was listening to sound of Kim’s fluttering breath as I set out finding a comfortable rhythm. In and out I worked my member stretched her inner walls in the way I knew Kim would love. And as her breath quickened and her throat began to hum with pleasure, it only pushed me to quicken.
In Kim’s velvet vise, I shuddered at the tight muscles gripping every inch of me. Just as before I could not resist the tight hold she was capable of unleashing. And now awake, squeezing me with purpose, it seemed the once irresistible texture of Kim’s insides grew even more wondrous. I made this fact know to Kim as I groaned, whispering her name into her ear.
Only removing an inch, I kept most, if not all of my member buried as deep as Kim’s body would allow. Instead of long powerful strokes, I chose instead to grind myself intimately into Kim. This helped her and me as I enjoyed the sensation of my entire member being warmed by her tight oven. And in return Kim’s voice began to mewl as the soft downy wires of my blond pubic hair tickled the sensitive nub located at the top most location of her slippery lips.
Keeping a close eye on Kim, my face could not stop grinning as I felt her slowly become accustom. With a hard grip on my neck and shoulder, Kim’s breathing quickly shortened in response to my invading member, with every pass of my hips, she couldn’t help gasping, with every lick of my tongue her grip tightened. And slowly but surely I was treated to a wonderful surprise as Kim began to thrust back, meeting my thrusts with her own in a dazzling dance of pleasure sensation and wonder.
Shy at first, Kim’s movements were almost unnoticeable. But as if acting on instinct alone Kim listened to her body's desires and fell right into the rhythm. This increased my own pleasure a thousand fold as our centers crashed against one another, slapping lewdly all throughout the room and sending electricity all up my spine.
If Kim could hear the sound of lovemaking she made no sign of it as she became lost in the pleasure of the flesh. And between her legs I had to wince at the force her legs were capable of as they were held against me, locked against my hips as I continued to gain speed.
Eventually, long after Kim had gotten used to me, my thrusting slowed as I gasped, exertion finally taking its toll. “Ron,” her voice gasped. Eyes previously clenched tight in pleasure, they open just an inch to stare as her hand began to stroke my chest. Pinching her lips the action proved fruitless as a pleasure filled mewl worked its way from her throat. Down below I could feel her inner muscles clench tighter than ever before. This was all the warning I received before Kim’s voice echoed in delight, groaning with pleasure.
“Ron,” she repeated, and this time her eyes were wide, staring at me with I type of hunger I had not expected to see. This, along with her hands gripping my thrusting hips and shoulder was the warning I received before my world flipped, sending all my senses reeling before my back slammed into the soft cover of Kim’s bed.
Gasping in both exertion and surprise, my eyes were wide with shock as I found Kim now on top of me, her hips continuing without missing a single beat.
Up and down Kim’s hips surged against my crotch. Her expression remained as it was before. Now her hair fell all around her, a curtain of red silk glistening in the wet exertion of our activity. For a moment I found myself struck by this sight. With her face cinched in pleasure, she seemed in a world all of her own as she took control. Eyes tight, her lips remained parted into a perfect ‘O’ as she panted for air, fueling her exhausting activity.
Every here and there I spotted a strand of red hair stuck to her forehead. This, along with the glistening shine of her skin in the light showed just how intense this was on the poor girl. Part of me couldn’t help marveling at what Kim had done. So shy at first, it seems Kim’s take charge attitude shown through even for this.
Unconsciously, I couldn’t deny the slight irritation in my gut at losing the control of the situation. But the sensation of Kim’s body on mine swiftly dispelled such thoughts. In the end, all I could do was groaned in unbelievable pleasure as I moved my hand to her hips, helping her as rode she rode me.
One positive note of Kim’s amazing feat was that I was happy to see the blanket had fallen quite a bit. Not even aware, the covers now rested at the small of her back, revealing her small breast to the full light of the room. Watching them, the impact of our sweaty bodies sent the soft mounds bouncing with each and every thrust. And as I rested, laying back and enjoying the view, the sight if her nipples shaking up and down forced my grip on her hips even tighter, forcing her downward thrust hard into my pelvis. In response, Kim couldn’t help herself as she gasped in delight.
I could hear the springs beneath us squeak under the strain of our bodies. Up and down we bounced. Before entering Kim I had already felt near the edge. And inside if her, I had full intention of making this night last. But as Kim’s hips continued to move, and I could feel the tight, wet friction of her insides becoming tighter every second against my throbbing staff, I knew if she didn’t stop soon, this night would be over a lot soon than I had planned.
“Kim,” I groaned. Unable to control my own hips, I found myself meeting her thrust for thrust. On top of everything else, this sent my mind reeling as I tried to concentrate.
“Kim,” I stressed, my grip tightening on her hips to gain her attention. Unfortunate, as a soft mewl flew from her lips I knew it was the opposite that had happened. “Kim,” I repeated. “Y-You need to slow down,” I insisted. But instead, if she had heard me she made no sign as instead she only seemed to speed up.
Tightening my hands against the bed sheets, I bit my lip in concentration. Going through my mind I tried to dispel my arousal anyway I could. Monkeys, Draken, Mr. Barkin in a dress, giving a sigh that last one seemed to work as I felt myself calming. But then, as I opened my eyes the sight of Kim’s body bouncing up and down, jiggling in all the right places, even Barkin wasn’t enough. Mere moments later I could feel the tale tell pressure building inside my burning rod.
Opening my eyes wide, I knew I had passed the moment of no return. With one hand on Kim’s hips the other fisted a bunch of Kim’s sheets as I crushed it in my hands. And then, clenching my eyes tight, I couldn’t hold back my roar of pleasure as the pressure in my balls reached their limit, releasing their pent up juice the only way they knew how.
As the first splash of semen left my body, I felt my back arch in unbelievable pleasure. Lifting off the bed, my lower back was at the peak as I attempted to control my pleasure. But Kim was relentless as she continued to move, up and down adding the most wonderful of friction to the already mind blowing orgasm she had forced upon me. Even as she gasped, feeling the first burst of my orgasm against her inner walls, she did not slow. Instead, she seemed to grip me all that much tighter, opening her eyes to watch me in open fascination as I became undone under her own hands.
The second was quick to follow the first, just as the third after that. Before I knew it, my thrusting hips had emptied five bulky, well-proportioned globs of cum deep into her body.
If Kim had any exception to this she made no sign as she finally allowed her movement to slow to a crawl. Only once my member had shriveled uselessly inside her did she come to a stop, steadying herself on my chest and gasping for breath.
Gasping right along with her, I opened my eyes after a handful of moments, staring as she continued to watch me from above. Seeing my gaze meet her, the teen hero gave me the smallest of smiles, silently imploring me to say something. And noticing this shy action, especially after the way she had just acted, I could only laugh, whipping the sweat from my eyes as a grin broke across my face.
“Wow,” I finally managed. And really, what else is there to be said?
Puffing up a bit, a more than proud grin broke across Kim’s face as she laughed right back at me, lowering herself onto my chest. And as her head rested on my shoulder, her entire body covering mine, she raised her head just enough to pear into my eyes.
“Was that, okay?” she smirked cockily. And in response all I could do was breath, trying and failing calm my still racing heart.
“Jesus,” was my exasperated response. And being Jewish, that really was saying something. Thankfully, as Kim heard this she grinned even more, clearly pleased that she had been able to affect me so incredibly.
Falling silent, as my thundering pulse finally did begin to settle, my eyebrows rose as I realized in my own quick release, Kim’s had been sorrowfully neglected. Feeling guilty, I swallowed nervously before rubbing my hand against Kim’s back.
“KP?” I asked shyly. And seeing her eyes meet mine, she could see the worry on my features. “Um, di- did you…,” I gestured with my eyes. And completely embarrassed for even needing to ask, I tired no to let my guilt show through.
Opening her eyes wide, Kim’s cheeks flared at my question. “Ron,” she exclaimed, then turned demure, her gaze ducked as a small, but blissful smile exposed her pearly white teeth. “Ron,” she repeated. “It was… perfect.” Then looking up, her eyes shown with so much emotion, I had no choice but to believe her. “Everything was just perfect, I mean it.” And with that, Kim snuggled into me even tighter, forcing her hands under my back and pulling me into a warm embrace.
Returning Kim’s affection, I moved to wrap her petite frame in my arms holding her close. In my mind, I couldn’t help but regret not giving Kim the release she deserved. But if she was happy, I guess the night wasn’t a total loss. Besides, as the moments continued to grow I could already feel myself rising for round two. And feeling Kim’s so completely on top of me, it was no wonder I had returned so quickly. Unfortunately, just as I was about to brush Kim’s hair from her face and offer to finish what I had started, the sound of a soft snore tore through the silence of the room. And looking down, I could only thank Kim could not see the dumbstruck expression on face as I found her sound asleep, completely tuckered out.
I can’t deny a sense of disappointment at the night ending so soon. In my mind for this night, I pictured many things with many pleasures. And thinking on it, even the one we just had had been so quick and rushed, there had been little time to enjoy the gentle wetness of her sex. The thought of it alone was enough to make me sigh in discontent. However, at the sight of her sleeping face, so calm, so serene, all my worries melted away as I remember how much Kim loved me.
Enough to sleep with me, enough to steal me away from another girl. Internally, I couldn’t help but feel as though I should tell Kim the truth about me and Yori. But that thinking only reminded me of the promise I made to the young ninja and how irate she was bound to be upon my arrival.
In my mind I smiled softly as I weighed my options in my head. I could go home to Yori… or I could worry about that later and take a small nap with Kim.
Already knowing my answer I snorted at myself for even thinking it a choice. Yori could wait; right now all I wanted to do was fall asleep and dream of Kim.
And so, with nothing else, I lifted my head to kiss the top of Kim’s head before resting back into the pillow and closing my eyes. Idly, as I began to fall into unconsciousness, I felt Kim’s hand encircle mine resting on my chest. And in my last waking moments I could feel myself smile, smile… and once again ignore the bitter emotions rising in the darkest reassesses of my heart, hungry for more.
Honestly… I had everything I had ever wanted, ever dreamed of. So why did it suddenly feel like not enough…
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“Kimberly Ann Possible!” a voice tore through the room.
Ripped from my peaceful slumber, my eyes couldn’t be wider as they sprang open. Looking down the bed, my heart froze at the sight of Ann Possible, a look of shock and embarrassment burning in her pale cheeks and the sight of Kim, still curled on my chest, only added to this terror as I found my heart cold in my chest.
On her face, Ann wore an expression of complete disbelief. The mere sight of her once so calming blue eyes- now piercing as they stared at the sight before her, left me speechless as I frantically attempted to shake the still sleeping, still very naked, girl awake.
Groaning a bit, Kim’s expression curled in displeasure at being disturbed. But then, as she managed to peek through her sleep haze, all the memories of our day together seemed to come flowing back as her sleepy face relaxed, forming sweet and tender smile. “Hey-,” she greeted sleepily. Unfortunately, as much as I would have loved to enjoy Kim’s after sex glow, Ann’s voice once again vibrated throughout the room, demanding our attention.
“Kim!” she barked, eyes nervous and stressed as she attempted to come to terms with what she was seeing.
Jumping in surprise, Kim’s eyes opened wide as she rolled off of me, turning to see her mother standing, arms crossed and vehemently angered, in her doorway.
As Kim turned to face her mother, she neglected to cover herself. And as a result, Ann’s face seemed to flush bright red as her daughter exposed herself to her from the waist up.
Gasping in shock, Kim’s entire face erupted in embarrassment. This only became worse as she glanced down, realizing her unfortunate state of undress. All at once her entire face pinched, eyes clenched, as she hugged the blanket over her exposed body. “Mom!” she returned, and opening her eyes, I could see she was just as freaked, if not more so, than me. “Get out!” she yelled in embarrassment.
Taking a deep breath, Ann did no such thing as she entered the room even farther, stopping just at the foot of the bed. In response, both me and Kim huddled together without even thinking. Unfortunately, Ann’s hawk like eyes caught this action causing her face to pinch in indecision.
“Kimberly Ann Possible,” She began, her voice much quieter, but shaking with emotion as she clearly struggled to keep herself from shouting. “Do you have any idea…! There are consequence…!” Ann had to stop as her face became locked in conflict as she struggled reinforce the role of a parent onto us. “You are seventeen!” she finally managed, as if that in of itself was a reason to abstain. Unfortunately, seeing that her words were having little to no effect on either of us, Ann took another look, only to blush as if remembering our state of undress. Like this she turned away, holding her hand to her face she just shook her head, deflating in her anger until all that was left was a look of utter disappointment.
“Ronald, I think it’s time for you to go home,” she instructed nervously. And hearing the request, it was all I could do to stop myself from saying something. Thankfully, Ann spoke before I could get the chance. “You two have three minutes to get dressed and for Ronald to leave. And Kim, you and I are going to have a very long talk about tonight.” Still refusing to look at either of us, Ann shook her head one more time before exiting the room, closing the door behind her.
The second the door clicked close both Kim and I sighed in great relief. Without Ann’s domineering presence, we were freed from her paralyzing weight. Savoring this brief moment of peace, the sensation of Kim’s hand on my shoulder forced me to look up and see her looking at me, worried.
“I am so sorry,” she apologized, her guilt etched into her brow. And shaking her head I watched her mussed red tresses dance around her face as she buried her face in her hands. “I can't believe my mom saw us,” she groaned, tears threatening the edge of her voice. And rubbing her back I tried to think of anything to calm her, but the image of Ann standing in the doorway remained fresh in my mind, stealing any reassuring words I might have had.
Honestly, I kind of felt sorry for the poor mother.
Turning her head to peak at me, I could see the grimace partially hidden by her hands. “This isn’t how I thought today would end,” she admitted ruefully. And drawing her legs under her chin she wrapped her arms around her shins, holding her face into the bed-sheets still covering her body.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I tried a small smile and nudged the girl next to me with my knee. “Come on KP, could have been worse,” I tried. “I mean, at least it wasn’t your dad.” This comment forced the girl to look up in fright at the mere thought of such a thing. And seeing her expression I could only smile, agreeing with her completely. “Besides,” I spoke leaning my back against her headboard. “Today… wasn’t all bad,” I tried to remind her, ducking my head bashfully as I did so. But seeing Kim turn to me and smile, I knew I was not alone in thinking this.
“No,” she muttered, her eyes becoming soft and tender as her fingers moved to wrap themselves around mine. “It was amazing.” And seeing her begin to lean towards me, I gave her my best, cocky smile before returning to gesture.
“Two minutes!” Ann’s voice shouted through the door. Her voice still slightly shaken. And hearing it, both of us shot apart like… well like two teenagers caught in the act.
Releasing a long sigh I moved from the bed forgetting my modesty completely as I left Kim’s blanket. And in response Kim’s eyes seemed locked on my body, wide with surprise as she saw me in my entirety walking around her room buck naked. Before I might have given this some thought, shy about hiding my body. But remembering the teen’s earlier evaluation of my physique, I suddenly found myself just a bit more confident than usual.
As I set out picking my clothes around the room I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Kim, still tucked under her warm blankets, trying and failing to discreetly watch me in all my naked splendor. It wasn’t until I slipped my underwear over my hips that she dared to give me her full attention.
“Enjoy the view?” I asked cheekily. In in response Kim could barely managed to keep herself from glaring as I shucked my pants and shirt back onto my body.
Taking one last glance at the door, I chewed on the inside of my cheek before deciding to hell with it and moving over to Kim. And watching me do this, Kim’s face watched me curiously before she squeaked in surprise as my lips fell upon hers. The kiss was quick, chaste, but oh so sweet as it sealed all of the events of today into one delightful package. Finally, after only two seconds I broke away, enjoying the lovey-dovey expression impressed upon Kim’s features as she pinched her lips in an attempt to hide her growing grin.
Taking the moment in, I could not hold back my own enthusiastic smile as I took a moment to just stare, watching Kim as she gazed back at me. “Bye,” I finally forced myself to say. And nodding her head she reached out to trace the sleeve of my jersey before letting it fall on her blanket. One last smile was all I could offer.
Grinning to myself as I moved for the door, I could not stop the emotions that were somersaulting all throughout my very soul. Unfortunately, Ann did not seem to share in this excitement as she appeared, waiting for me on the other side of Kim’s door.
Facing the elder redhead, I found all the confidence and joy of the evening sucked right out of me. Instead, I returned to the same shy, laughably bashful young boy she always seemed to make me feel like. This showed in my demeanor as I ducked my head, desperately trying not to look as though she had caught me with my hand in the cookie jar… or her daughter. Unfortunately, any hope of moving past her was dashed completely as the sound of her soft footsteps began to follow me down the stairs.
Not sure what to say or do, I stayed silent, my posture ridged as stone as Ann followed me out. I hated to think what must be going through her mind right then. Thankfully, the trip to Kim’s front door went quick, and without issue.
Turning around my eyes were wide with nerves. There in the door way the mother Possible stood, her eyes unblinking. Daring myself to meet her gaze, I felt my heart clench at the turbulent emotions churning within. I hated how she was looking at me, like some criminal that had snuck in to steel her daughter’s virtue. The Possible’s were like a second family to me, and to think that Ann might actually be upset with me hurt more than I thought. And so, despite everything I knew and wanted, I could not stop myself as my mouth opened.
“I love Kim,” I heard myself speak. And listening to the nervous cracking littering my voice, I knew by the shocked, surprised expression on Ann’s face I had at least managed to reach her. “I really do, love her I mean. I have… for a really long time now.” Speaking now, I forced the nervous quivering from my words and held my head up high. “I’m sorry that you… walked in like you did, and I’m sorry if you feel like we betrayed your trust. But I really… really do love her. And I can promise that I’ll always do what I can to make her happy!” speaking the last bit a little louder than I intended, I couldn’t help but flinch. But other than that I kept my expression firm, my eyes meeting Ann’s without wavering.
For the next few breathes, Ann’s face seemed frozen in a look of surprise. Amazingly, I could actually see her eyebrows raised. Thankfully though, the horrible silence did not last as long as I had feared as Ann’s features relaxed. And even more surprise I found my own eyebrows rising as the smallest of smile curled the edge of her lips. “Oh Ron,” she sighed. And just like that I found myself gaping at the sensation of Ann’s embrace as she pulled me into a hug.
“If it was anyone but you…” she trailed off, her voice feigning anger. But just like that she simply sighed, holding me even tighter.
Before I could so much as begin to understand what was happening, Ann’s arms released me just enough for her to pull back and hold my arms in her hands as she took a moment to look at me.
After trailing her eyes over my features, she took a breath and smiled before cupping my cheek affectionately. “Ron,” she began. “I’ve been hoping you and Kim would be together since before you even started kindergarten,” she revealed surprising me. And seeing this, she couldn’t but give a small laugh at my expense. “What?” she asked. “I’ve always thought you would be good for Kim. I’ve seen how much you care about her.” And as if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, at her words I could feel my cheeks flush with color only causing the red haired mothers grin to spread even wider.
“It’s every parent's dream for their children to find someone who cherishes them as much as they deserve. Although…” Ann’s expression soured, “you two are very young for this sort of thing. I had hoped to avoid situations like this until you two were in college.” Turning serious, she took a moment to stare me down, as if expecting me to show regret for my actions. “It’s not like I wasn’t prepared for this possibility,” she defended herself. “Kim is a very beautiful young woman after all. I suppose I should just be happy Kim chose to be with someone that I can trust…” she alluded pointedly, her eyes becoming sharp as blades as they continued to stare me down. And allowing the sentence to hang in the air, I was left stare clueless, until my brain finally caught on.
“Yes, no, Totally!” I fumbled in my rush to respond. “I mean, I would never do anything to hurt Kim.” And seeing a slow but tight smile pinch her lips I once again I couldn’t help but curse how hyperactive my expressions seemed to be.
“Good,” Ann smiled. “I know how boys can be, especially at your age. I just want to make sure you aren't… taking advantage of Kimmies feelings.” She chose her words carefully. “not to say that I think you would do something like that. I know you have a very kind heart.” And saying this, a heartwarming smile graced her features.
Despite her kind words, I was left blinking in silence as I could only try not flinch. Taking advantage, funny how that is exactly what I had done. Multiple times in fact. This truth only made me feel even more guilty than usual.
“Um,” I stuttered hopelessly. Taking a moment to compose myself I forced myself to look her in the eyes. “So… am I still allowed in your home?” I asked pitifully.
Giving me a look of utter surprise, Ann seemed completely taken aback by my question. And with only a second’s hesitation her hand was back on my shoulder, squeezing it for comfort as she gave me a completely mystified smile. “Oh Ron,” she exclaimed with worry. “Of course you are!” and just like that I felt the weight of a thousand worlds rise from my shoulders. “How could you even think that?” she asked me.
Not really sure of my answer I could only manage a weak shrug of my shoulders, earning me yet another sigh of distress as Ann pulled me into yet another tender hug.
“Oh Ron,” she sighed sadly. “No matter what you will always be welcome in this home,” she promised me. “Even if, god forbid, you and Kimmie don’t work out you can come over any time you want.” And pulling away she stared at me, her bright blue eyes shining with a type adoration that left my mouth suddenly very dry. “You’re like a son to me Ron, I love you like one of my own children.”
As Ann pulled me back into a tight embrace, I couldn’t help but feel my heart clench at her words. I knew I should feel happy, honored even to be considered so loved by such a wonderful mother. And yet for reasons I dared not identify, I couldn’t deny the bitter aftertaste they left in my mouth. But even so, as Ann pulled away I forced myself to smile and show my gratitude for her kind words.
“Thank you,” I muttered embarrassingly. “I can’t tell you how much that means to hear.” And honestly, I really couldn’t.
“Don’t even give it a second thought,” she grinned at me, pulling away to step back behind the door frame. “I’m glad we had a chance to talk. Don’t mistake me, I’m still very upset at you two. But I think now I can talk to Kim without picturing you two… never mind. Get home safe Ronald,” she bid me fare well, her words forcing her cheeks into a heat.
Seeing her redhead dip back behind the door I felt hair stand on end. “Wait!” I exclaimed, catching the door with my hand. This earned a look of surprise to flash across Ann’s features. And opening the door, she held a look of curiosity.
“Yes Ron?” she asked.
Seeing her eyes on me, my palms began to moisten with anxiety. Truth be told I never thought I would be walking away from this home on good terms. And now that I was, instead of fearing Ann’s wrath, all I could do was envision her husband’s. If I thought Ann was scary I could only imaging how Mr. P would respond to finding out what I had done with Kim. The fact that things had turned out so well with Ann was miracle enough. If I actually believed that James would be anything but absolutely furious, I was just kidding myself. Oh no, if I wanted to keep seeing Kim I needed this to be contained.
“Would… would you be willing to maybe… keep this a secret from Mr. P?” daring to hope once more, I met Ann’s gaze imploringly. “I mean, he doesn’t really need to know, right?” I gave a nervous chuckle.
“Ron,” Ann began, her brow crinkling in unsaid emotion. On her face I could see that my question had made her more than a little uncomfortable. This became even more apparent at the sight of her teeth briefly appearing to pinch her bottom lip. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to hide things from my husband Ron, I’m sorry.” She apologized, obviously understanding my apprehension. “Especially something as… as important as this. Kimmie is his daughter too.”
Swallowing nervously, my eyes flickered about erratically, trying and failing to hide the still growing dread settling in my stomach. “Y-yea,” I tried to smile. “You’re right. Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that of you. I should be heading home, bye.”
Hanging my head, I could feel Ann’s eyes on me as I began to turn and start for home. It was too much to hope for anyway. The only thing I can do is hope Ann can hold him down long enough to give me a five second head start. Thinking on that, I could only sigh. Black hole, here I come…
“Ron, wait,” I heard Ann call out. And turning my head, I looked to see her walking after me, following right up to the edge of her drive way.
With an expression of extreme reluctance, Ann’s eyes shifted sideways before her chest heaved with a large sigh. “I-,” she began. “I suppose James doesn’t have to find out.” She finally spoke, a look of despondence already clear in her eyes.
Surprised by Ann’s words, I couldn’t help the small but hopeful grin already appearing on my cheeks. “Really?” I asked incredulous. It was too good to be true. Unfortunately, as Ann’s disappointed expression hardened, I found myself understanding how true those words really were.
“Yes,” she said with exhaustion, clearly rung out from everything that had happened. “But only for as long as you understand that what I found today was completely unacceptable,” she demanded, her control over the situation returning. And just like that, I found myself back completely at her mercy. “I meant what I said Ronald,” Ann spoke crossing her arms. “You and Kim are entirely too young for that kind of relationship, and I won’t have it happening under my own roof. I’ll let this pass this time, but only if you promise that it won’t be happening again, or at least until you are at college. After that it’s entirely up to you and Kim what you do and don’t do.” Putting her face mere inches from mine, Ann’s blue orbs bored into mine as if they could see into the deepest reaches of my soul. “Do we have an understanding?” she asked.
In response to her pinning gaze, all I could do was stare, sweat trickling down the back of my neck. No sex, either no sex or a one way trip into a black hole. Hmmm…
The image of Kim’s naked body immediately appeared to the forefront of my mind. The memories of tonight, especially that of her riding me in a wondrous display of pleasure and need, were especially vivid.
Mentally slapping myself, I forced myself to move my head, nodding in agreement. “Yea… okay. I, um, I guess that’s fair,” I agreed, each word weaker than the last. Except, even as the words meekly left my lips I knew I didn’t mean them. I was NOT okay, not at all. After how long I worked to get Kim as my girlfriend, how much I had to go through. And now I’m being blocked by Kim’s mom?! Man… life had one heck of a sense of humor. But even still, if it was between this and Mr. P finding out it really was the better of two evil.
“Good,” Ann sighed. “I’m going to take you word on this. Please don’t betray my trust again Ronald.” It seemed whatever she was looking for in my eyes she found as she turned on her heel and began to step back towards the house. “I’ll be having the same conversation with Kim tonight,” she told me upon entering her homes entry way. “And Ron?” she asked, forcing me to turn towards her completely and stare in response. “Welcome to the family,” she flashed me her perfect smile. And with that the door was closed and all I could see was the dark shadow of the night sky cast over the world around me.
Staring after the Possible home for only a few moments, I quickly began the trek back to my home.
In the incredible stillness of the night air, I looked around in mild surprise, amazed at how much time had actually passed. Part of me felt entirely exhausted. The weight of dealing with Kim’s mother, the thought that I would have to wait more than a year to taste her creamy soft skin actually pained me.
For the briefest of moments I couldn’t help but wonder if I should just do as a please, claim Kim as I had tonight, regardless of what Ann had decreed. But almost immediately I forced that thought from my mind, actually surprised at myself for having it. I’d told Ann that I would respect her wishes. And if she wanted me and Kim to keep it PG, well I would just have to get used to it.
Giving a great sigh of disappointment I walked the rest of the way in silence musing over tonight and everything that had happened. Finally, after a handful of moments, I looked up to see the first hints of my home drawing near. And looking at it, I couldn’t help feeling as though I was forgetting something… or someone!
With wide eyes I actually felt like slapping myself as I stared at my home, no doubt at this moment housing a very irate ninja. How could I have forgotten about Yori!? Thinking back to Kim it had seemed so easy at the time. But as I stood in front of my house I finally realized how badly I had screwed up.
What if the school was in danger? What if Yori was in trouble? How could I have just brushed her off, just so I could have a few hours of fun with Kim?
Feeling lower than low, I forced my feet to carry me to my doorstep only to stop and stare at my front door as if it were the gates of hell. I had no way of knowing what was waiting for me inside. But something told me… I wasn’t going to like it.
Unlocking the door I turned the door knob and found the home completely silent and bathed in darkness. In of itself this wasn’t all that strange as I had long ago became used to coming back to an empty home. But with a ninja on the loose I couldn’t help but feel a shiver run up my spine.
“Yori?” I called out, flipping the entry way light switch on. “I um, sorry! I guess cheer-leading ran a little long!” But as I strained my ears to listen, the houses empty silence was my only response.
Scratching my head, I had to wonder if she had simply just left. It had been over seven hours since I said I would be back. Even ninjas had to have a breaking point. And realizing this I couldn’t help but feel guilty. “Hopefully I can explain tomorrow,” I muttered to myself, hopeful she would accept my apology.
Shrugging my shoulders, the exhaustion from the day’s events finally settle in my muscles. And releasing a small groan of fatigue, I knew right then that bed, and a quick meal was all I wanted.
Scarfing down a small snack and a glass of milk, I set up the stairs fully intending to collapse onto my bed and fall into a dreamless sleep. I knew as soon as I awoke, I would immediately set out to join Kim and her family for breakfast. And the thought of Ann’s cooking, as well as seeing my new girlfriend again only served to press me even faster up the stairs.
Opening my door, I paid my soundings little attention, eager to simply disappear into my pillow. And as such, I was in no mood to go through the process of donning my pajamas and instead chose to sleep in my boxers.
As my shirt went over my head and onto my floor, I rubbed my neck briefly to relive the tension. After this, I gave it little mind as I undid the button of my pants, not caring in the least as they fell uselessly around my feet. It was only then, as I turned my head to start towards my bed that I felt them, a pair of eyes standing in the darkest corner of my room.
“Yori?!” I jumped, startled. In a small attempt to hid my modestly I mistakenly bent down to pull my pants back up and held them without bothering to fasten the button. “w- what are you doing over there?” I asked incredulously.
Rather than answering me, the girl seemed satisfied to remain hidden in silence, not bothering to so much as blink. This left me confused, taking a step back as a cold sensation began to settle in my stomach. “Yori?” I tried once more. But deep down, as my heart began to slow and throat became dry, I knew this was not the visitor I had expected
Slowly, slower than my mind could process, I watched as the figure stepped out from the shadows and into the dazzling moonlight pouring in through my window. It was like this, I felt my heart seize in frantic fear as the form of Shego in all her black and green glory appeared from the shadows themselves.
With a grin akin to that of the Cheshire cat, I barely managed to stutter the first letter of her name before she flashed out from my vision. In a fit of desperation I attempted to call forth my power. But as the cold sensation of claws tickled the side of my throat, I knew this time I would not be so lucky.
“Ohhhh Sidekick,” Shego’s playful tone whispered into my ear. “I think we have some unfinished business.” And as if to accentuate her words, Shego made a point to dig her razored glove even deeper into my neck.
Standing behind me, the super villainess held me with confidence, one hand securing my upper right arm while the other stretched across my chest, posed at my jugular. Like this I knew even the smallest of movements would mean the end of my life. And so, with nothing else, I swallowed back my dry throat and attempted to relax back into her deadly embrace.
“That’s better,” Shego coed approvingly, lessening her grip on my throat. “I would hate to be forced to do anything rash.” And without even looking I could practically feel the grin on her face.
“W-what do you want,” I spoke with caution, as if I didn’t already know. The fact that I thought I could embarrass her like I had and walk away without consequence was a fool’s assumption. Of course she would want revenge. No, what I really should be asking is how long she intended to drag this out.
“Ha!” Shego gave a bark of laughter. This only served to irritate, and confuse me as she pressed her torso into my back, allowing her to speak mere inches from my ear. “You… are far more interesting than I gave you credit for Stoppable,” she grinned. This earned a look of deep confusion to bloom on my features.
“So… you’re not hear to kill me?” I asked stupidly. Thought by the resounding chuckle that vibrated from her chest into mine, she didn’t seem to mind.
“That,” she grinned. “Depends entirely on you.”
And with that cryptic little note, I found myself trusting her at least for the moment not to kill me. Little would I know how much simpler everything could have been if I had simply said no.
“Mmm,” she hummed strangely, relaxing her fingers to a soft caress where they had just been stabbing. “You know Stoppable, that little stunt you pulled… well you surprised me. To say the least. And that, that doesn’t happen very often. You see, I like to think myself a fairly good judge of character. And that being said, I had you pegged from day one as a simple, useless goon our little Kimmie used as nothing more than a distraction.” From here I felt a chill go up my spine as her hand moved lower, tracing the bony surface of my collar bone.
“So you can imagine my… surprise, when that very same buffoon, that seemingly harmless fool ends up beating my ass right into the floor…” becoming a bit worked up, I felt a trickle of sweat drip down my spine at the fire in her tone.
“Hey!” I tried in my friendliest tone. “We all have off days now and then. You were probably just tired from fighting Kim. Heck, I probably just got a luck shot! Yea, that’s it!” while insisting my own dis-credibility I attempted to boost Shego’s ego in the hopes of flattering my way out of this mess. But as another sharp, amused sound lifted from Shego’s black painted lips, I knew it would not be that easy.
“No, no,” she grinned, lightly scratching her glove across my bare chest, just hard enough to make me flinch. “I give credit when credit is due. And for you… oh I’d say you are far, far overdue.” And as her tone dropped, becoming dark as the night sky, I quickly opened my mouth to say something only to be cut right to the chase.
“I don’t have ‘off days’,” Shego spoke boldly. “I don’t fail, ever. I am a bad-ass in everything I do. So basically the complete opposite of an utter failure like you. But after that day, I have to admit, you had me wondering.”
Grunting uncomfortable, my eyes became wide as I felt Shego’s dagger like fingers sink into the flesh of my stomach. And squirming under her hand, she only seemed to savor my discomfort.
“Getting beaten by you was humiliating,” Shego hissed with venom. “You can’t even begin to understand what it meant for me. When I was forced to run away, to retreat...!” she trailed off menacingly. All the while I had to raise an eyebrow at her suddenly heated breath.
Taking a deep breath, the green skinned woman’s breath broke across my bare shoulder sending goose bumps up and down my spine. As much as I hated to admit it, despite the life endangering position I was in, I couldn’t help but take notice that while insane, Shego was a very attractive female. And that, coupled with the feint sensation of her chest brushing against my back distracted me horribly. Clenching my eyes tight I berated my brain, ordering it to focus on the situation at hand.
With a raised eyebrow, as the female villains hand traveled to encompass my navel I found myself becoming more and more discomforted by the seeming unpredictable actions of her hand on my body. With my pants undone, though thankfully still around my waist, the pinky of her hand now rested a mere inch from my boxers’ waistline. And sending a queer look over my shoulder, I looked just enough to see a sinister sparkle twinkle in her eye.
Pausing incredulously, I mentally shook my head doing everything in my power to ignore what Shego was seemingly attempting. Surely it was my own over sexed brain that was conjuring up such conclusions. There was no other options. But even as I thought this, I couldn’t deny her hand slipping even that much lower…
Nearing her face closer to mine her chin now rested on my shoulder placing her eyes less than an inch away from my own. And upon seeing my nervous anxiety, she only seemed to grin even wider. “What’s wrong stoppable?” she asked playfully, like a shark circling it’s pray. “Now I know I little girl like me could me making you… nervous, could I?” she smirked at me. And then to make matters even more stressing she just had to slip her hand even farther until the tip of her finger traced the top of my boxers.
Making a sort of choking gasping combination, my cheeks burned at the unbelievable actions this older woman was taking liberty with. With disbelieving eyes, I watched her with caution as she retreated to out of my field of vision, slipping back to place her lips just a hairs breath away from my own ear. “Could it be because you’re missing… this?” she offered. This is when I looked to see the Narcolepter dangling precariously in her hand.
…and just like that, I realized sometimes people fear the devil for a reason…
Like watching the world end before me, at her words I felt my expression drop, everything in me escaping in that single moment. While at the same time, each of my every muscles locked, as if all of this would be enough to deny what I had heard. But no, it could never be that easy.
Opening my mouth, I expected my words to be stalled in some way, frozen in my throat. But as I reached for them, I was surprised to find them well within reach. “Where did you find that?” I asked incredulously. Looking around the room I nearly smacked myself as I spotted my treasure box out in the open, the two other items still inside, sitting on the top of my bed. And hearing my shaken tone only seemed to increase the villain’s amusement.
“Come on Romeo,” she mocked. “Does that really matter at this point?” And with that she gave me a wicked grin before attempting to slip her hand that final distance between it and my crotch.
Taking a sharp gasp of breath, my mind swirled with shock as I realized what Shego was seriously after. For what reason she would have for trying this, I had no idea at all. I seriously doubted this was her revenge. But even still, despite the stirring her touch inspired in my crotch, the image of Kim face flashed before my eyes. And thinking of her, as much as I might want to wait and see where this went, I knew I had to stop her.
With reflexes usually far outside my reach, I moved quick in stopping Shego’s hand, curling my fingers around her wrist. In that moment, I taken by surprise at how… small it felt in my hands. But even so, pushing that thought aside, I held on strong pulling the dangerous weapon back up to my navel.
With a deep sigh, was surprised to find a seed of irritation growing in my belly. Where I knew fear used to thrive, this new emotion took root, overriding most, if not all of what I was used to knowing. I knew Shego liked to play with her food, so to speak. And right then I had little patience for it. Without the effect of surprise I was becoming bolder and bolder in my attitude towards the green skinned woman.
As if sensing my thoughts Shego held no reservation as she forced her claws deep into my now punctured flesh. This earned a deep his of pain as I glared behind me
“Now-now, none of that,” the gleefully tut tutted. “You and me aren’t finished with our discussion yet, sidekick” she spoke pointedly. “And I don’t like being interrupted.” Again tried to break my hold yet my grip held firm. And giving a mocking laugh of disbelief, I could feel Shego’s displeasure at being denied.
Swallowing nervously, my mind flashed with conflicting emotions. I don’t know why, but it was pretty clear Shego was making a pass at me. Whatever caused it, I had no idea. Appearing out of nowhere, grabbing me, making a pass at Ron Jr, and then holding up the narcolepter…it all seemed so completely random. But even still, I couldn’t help but feel a little flattered. And once again I found myself admiring the wonderful beauty.
More than once on a mission I’ve found myself admiring her exotic features. That is, until she starts throwing fire. Pale skin, curves that go on for miles, oh yes, no one could say Shego wasn’t a beauty all of her own.
Could she have been so impressed by my fighting abilities that she fell for me? I had a hard time seeing it. But it was as good a guess as any to explain this freak of a situation. Regardless, whatever her reason might be. However beautiful she might be, Kim was my girlfriend. And as… disappointing as it might seem right then, I knew I had to say no.
“Um, I’m flattered,” I spoke, a light blush on my cheeks. “But ah… I’m with Kim. We just started dating…” letting that fall into silence, I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder.
Staring at me as though I had just forced her to swallow something fowl, Shego’s lips curled in sarcastic disdain. “Well,” she began petulantly. “We wouldn’t want to upset Princess now would we,” she sneered. “After all, after everything you’ve done it would be a shame to put all that work to waste.” From each and every word sarcasm practically dribbled from her lips. It got the point that her dry sense of humor was becoming slightly grating. That, added to the list of riddles she insisted on spouting was what finally forced me to expose my annoyance, turning a frustrated gaze onto the spiteful woman and glare in defiance.
“Would you just say something that makes sense?” I asked with fire. And appearing shocked by my sudden outburst, Shego’s features relaxed into a look that I would confusedly identify as approval. Finally, she spoke.
“Someone’s been a bad boy,” she purred deviously. And bringing the narcolepter back into view my nerves chilled, frozen under a whole new wave of dread.
“Boy was I surprised,” she continued. “I mean, I have a reputation. And having you running around telling people that you actually beat me would ruin it. It’s not like I could let you get away with that after all. So, that day you beat me, before you had the chance, I had to find a way to silence you. Permanently.” Saying this she fell silent, dropping all pleasure and amusement from her features. Like this she dared to stare back as if waiting for me to me to understand. Little did she know, I understood all too well.
“You followed me,” I finally realized. All the blood draining from my face as I fully began to realize the implications of what she was saying. “Y-you… saw?”
At my small stutter, an expression of utter pleasure bloomed across Shego’s angular features. I could see she enjoyed watching me squirm. “You mean your little treasure box? Oh! Or maybe how you bent Kimmie over a pillow so you could screw her from behind? Hmm, or maybe you mean how after all that you still managed to get it up to pop the little black girl’s cherry… Every single second,” she confirmed.
Hearing her list off all my misdeeds really hammered in how bad I have been lately. In my own mind, they all seemed so small. A blast here, a little sex there, what could it hurt? But in Shego’s mouth, my actions seemed truly criminal. This only served to torture me even further in her discovery. But for Shego, that wasn’t enough. Oh no, she was not impressed by my fighting, nor was she attracted. This was revenge, pure and simple.
“So! Unless you feel like Princess finding out just how good a boyfriend you really are, I think it would be in every ones best interest if you just go with the flow and do as I say, understand?”
Feeling a fire stir in me, the burn in my gaze seemed to only please her more. I don’t know how she had done it, but somehow Shego had been able to follow me that night. And because of my thoughtlessness I now found myself completely at her mercy.
Taking a deep breath, I searched my mid, looking for anyway that I might get out of this. But as I came up blank, I found only one option, as grating as it may be. “What do you want?” I forced out through gritted teeth. “What do you want from me?”
As if that had been exactly what Shego had been hoping to hear, her lips opened to revel a large and grandiose smile as she chuckled happily. At this, she forced her hand from my grip, this time succeeding as she reached to cup me through my underwear.
In her hand she stroked my already somewhat firm member. Through the cloth she kneaded the malleable flesh, teasing it under her touch. “Here’s the deal,” she breathed her words into my ear. “Tonight you are going to do everything I tell you, not a peep, not so much as a noise. If I tell you to strip, you strip. If I tell you to keep going, you better get that limp meat up and get ready for another round.”
Hearing her words, my cheek s burned at her scandalous intentions. This… didn’t really seem to fit her personality. Kill me? Sure. Beat me within an inch of my life? No question. But extorting me for sex… I have to admit I did not see that coming. But regardless, as I felt my member begin to grow stiff under her ministrations, I had to ask, “And what exactly do you get out of this?”
Giving my member a few lazy strokes, her gloved hand slipped through the flap of my boxers and pulled me free. With this, she grinned. “What I want from you, is my business. All you need to know is to be a good little toy and follow directions.”
Trying my best to ignore the strangely pleasant sensation of Shego’s leather glove against the head of my swelling flesh, I couldn’t help but grit my teeth at her words. Part of me seethed at the thought of what she was demanding. But even still, I had to think of Kim and of what Shego could do if I disagreed. “If I say yes,” I spoke coldly. “Do you swear to never tell Kim? That you’ll never say anything about this again?”
Hearing my question, that same cool, dangerous expression reformed on the villainess' face. “If you can really submit and follow my every command,” she began. “Then you will never see me again.” Putting an extra firm grip on my member, she brushed her lips against my ear. “That is a promise.”
Despite her words, I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of unease run up my spine. For whatever reason it sounded more ominous than reassuring. But, with no other alternatives in sight I saw nothing left to do but force the fire burning inside me aside, and nod my head.
Besides… there were worse punishments.
----------------------------------lemon--------------------------------------
Harboring a fire of her own, I was allotted just enough time to see Shego’s green orbs alight with new found energy before her lips came crashing against my own.
Taking a staggering step forward, I carefully maneuvered myself to turn and face the crazed woman. Once accomplished, I squeaked in surprise as Shego’s hand found the back of my head, forcing my mouth almost impossibly hard against her own. In this, I found my mouth suddenly very occupied as Shego’s tongue forced it’s way inside, reaching deeper than I had even thought possible for even my own appendage to reach.
Almost melting into the sensation, it did not take long for me to grasp the situation and begin to kiss back. Placing my arms around her waist, I could only try and be as pleasing a lover as I could. After all, maybe she was just horny and was looking for a good lay. This thought earned me a deep throb of pleasure as I pressed into the soft leather of her green and black costume.
With a sharp pain in my scalp, I wince as Shego pulled my head back. “Watch the hands,” she warned dangerously. And then to accentuate her point, she gave my hand a small singe of plasma.
Hissing in pain, I did indeed pull my hands back. And inspecting the injury for only a moment, I couldn’t help but stare at Shego as if she were insane.
Smirking at my confused expression, Shego made no attempt to hide her amusement as she turned her hand to my cheek, stroking it in a false attempt at tenderness. “Listen here Stoppable, because I’m only going to say this once. You, don’t do anything unless I allow it. Not a twitch, not so much as a wink” Then giving me a sharp stare, she eyed me appraisingly before giving my face a small scratch with her nail. “I’ll forgive you this time,” she remarked, taking three steps away. “But if you want to keep those hands you better be careful.”
Then, as if the queen of bipolar didn’t have enough personalities, I only had enough to time open my mouth in fear before the sensation of her heeled boot came crashing against my chest sending me sailing through the air.
Landing on my bed with a loud thump, the next few seconds were filled with the noise of my hacking cough as I tried to regain the wind Shego had knocked out of me. And from there, as I whipped the tears from my eyes, I turned my gaze on Shego intent on explaining how much I was enjoying her company, only to find the words frozen in the very back of my throat.
Standing in the silver moonlight, Shego wore an expression of extreme seduction. Her hair, already long enough to reach the swell of her rear fell in a veil to cover half of her face. In the she teased me, daring me to focus on anything but the creature standing in front of me. With her hands on her hips, Shego arched her pelvis to the side showing off the curvature of her mature figure. This, added to the already impressive stature of her full chest left me blinking in arousal. Finally, seeing that I had taken the time to appraise her incredible body, Shego’s eye seemed the flash in darkness, like a predator eyeing its prey. “Good boy,” she cooed.
Attempting to swallow with my suddenly very dry throat, my eyes widened as she shifted her fingers to the center of her belt, popping it open with a simple flick of her wrist. Then, with careful consideration, the woman kept her eyes trained on my own as she shed her gloves, finger by finger. Once those were free, and her pale hands were exposed, I cursed my excitement as her hands shifted the back of her neck.
Pressing her chest out to the extreme, a sinfully delicious sigh escaped her parted lips as the sound of a zipper filled the room. Only as the green skinned woman’s hand fell to the small of her back did she relax to a less strenuous position, slipping her arms from the skin tight material and holding the now slack material against her body.
In the next few heart beats I couldn’t even begin to control my mind as I began to wonder what it was she would do next. Would she continue to tease me? Showing one inch of skin at a time until my mind became lost in frustration? Or was this all a cruel ploy? A meaningless plan to leave just when I began to want more?
As fact would have it, neither seemed to be the case. Following her seductive dance Shego did not continue to tease me, nor did she leave. Instead, she did something that surprised me completely by allowing the fabric of her suit to fall away completely, pealing herself out of the lower half of her costume and exposing herself shamelessly and unabashed. In this, I suddenly found my eyes tracing her every curve, not even able to imagine looking away.
In the bright silver light of the moon, Shego’s unnaturally pale completion took on a life of its own becoming almost luminescent in the otherwise dark and listless room. The contrast between her pitch black hair and the bright glow of her skin left me breathless. Truly, in my eyes I saw before me the personification of night itself.
Compared to Kim, whose time exhausting preparation had been an exhausting experience, in the back of my mind I found her forward and abrasive nature alluring. Shego did not waste time with trivialities. Instead, she was straight to the point, demanding everything that was expected.
On her chest two large, but amazingly firm breast hung free in the open air. Just a fraction smaller than Monique, the green skinned woman held the second largest pair I had seen yet. And on them topped a coin sized nipple each, both of them the palest of green. The sight of them alone left my cheeks burning in the cool air.
With a small waist, trimmed throughout hours of training and battle, the mature figure of her hips ballooned into perfection. And at the sight of the front of her sex, topped with midnight black curls tastefully maintained up the middle of her front, I finally found the strength to put my eyes back inside my head.
Much to my intimidation, I nearly jumped off the bed as Shego moved, bending over to crawl onto the bed. This gave me the most arousing sight of her breasts as they dipped towards the ground, away from her body. She moved like a jungle cat, each move carried with grace and precision. Watching her stalk towards me was all I could manage to keep myself from gasping. But finally, as Shego’s form threatened to eclipse my own, I was forced to turn my attention back to her face, sweating under the heated expression just waiting to devour me whole.
The way she looked at me was almost enough to forget she was extorting me. With parted lips, she drew heavy breaths with clear anticipation. Through this, I found myself actually flinching back, nervous for the second time as to what it was she planned to do with me.
“Hands above your head,” she spoke, her tone deep and hungry. And hesitating from confusion, I simply stared in response. This earned a deep growl of impatience from Shego as she gave no hesitation in grabbing both my arms, only to wrench them to the headboard above me.
Wincing from discomfort, my expression gave the villain a brief smile before she once again lowed her face to mine. “Move those hands, Stoppable, and Kimmie gets a personal recount of what happened that night.” Gripping my jaw in a tight hold, she forced me to hold her gaze making sure I heard her warning. And only when she could see I understood did she release me, a dazzling smile bright on her lips.
Watching Shego down my nose, my breath was heavy as she began to slink down my chest, small but sharp bites marking her path. In this I found myself blinking, lost in the impossibility of the situation as her teeth nipped just below my navel.
Giving a small chuckle, Shego could see my reaction to her touch, and was clearly pleased. And so, looking to push me even further, the grown woman took great pleasure in taking the band of my boxers between her teeth, pulling them over the pole of my erection and all the way down to my thighs. By that point, she removed them completely, tossing them off my legs in a single motion.
Completely exposed 1 couldn’t help but feel my cheeks burn as Shego stared shamelessly at my ridged member. With her hand she picked the swollen gland off my stomach and began to stroke it with care, her head quirked in mild curiosity. It was only after a few minutes of this that I found my mouth opening in shock as without the slightest warning Shego descended, taking the whole of my erection almost completely into the warmth of her mouth.
Letting out a shocked gasp, my breath came in waves as I attempted to get used to the sensation of Shego’s lips and tongue merciless against the skin of my member. In a flash, the weight of what was happening finally decided upon me. This morning I had woken up expecting a nice day with Kim with nothing strange, or bad or anything that might tempt me to do things I knew I shouldn’t. And now… now I was looking at Shego, evil, thieving, bad-ass Shego, with her mouth around my dick. The thought alone left me dazed. Fortunately, or unfortunately as the case may be, the sensation Shego’s tongue scraping against the underside of my head forced me back into the present, eyes wide and alert as I bucked my hips upward.
“You… have one heck of a way for getting revenge,” I finally managed, the stress of keeping my arms where they were clear in my tone.
Looking up from her work, Shego gave me a single mocking stare before pulling up, disconnecting with a resounding pop. “No talking,” she ordered curtly, stroking me with her hand. And to add promise to the warning, the green woman to take extra care in pressing the nail of her thumb into the tip of my staff.
Filching involuntarily, Shego gave a hearty laugh, chuckling at my unease before giving the afflicted area a long and luscious lick. Putting her lips back to my member, I sighed as she created a vacuumed seal just under the ridge of my head. With this, her tongue began to lavish the sensitive nerves in warm wet strokes of her tongue. Slowly, I began to feel her technique winning out summoning the essence from my core that urged to be released.
With quick heated breaths I could feel the pressure building within. I wasn’t sure how Shego would react if I came, but if she didn’t stop soon she was about to find out. But even knowing that, I knew I had to hold out. If I came and pissed her off, there’s no telling how she would react. And so, despite the expert level blowjob Shego continued to exude upon my member, I forced myself to be strong and hold myself back. Through gritted teeth and clenched fists, I fought my instincts as hard as I was able. Unfortunately, no matter how much man can struggle we all have our breaking point. And as the tip of Shego’s tongue forced itself against the slit of my tip I found mine.
In the moment my mouth opened to groan in pleasure, I was forced into the cold reality of absence. Like she could read my every motion, Shego seemed to know what was about to happen. And so, in an act of what I can only call true evil, instead of continuing her ministrations, in the moment of my intended release Shego released me completely, pulling off without so much as a wink.
Gasping at my denied orgasm, I glared at the woman before thoughtlessly moving my hand to complete the final strokes she had denied. In that moment I felt the sharp sensation of Shego’s nails dig into my thigh forcing me to hiss in pain.
“I didn’t say you could move Stoppable,” she glared right back, anger clear on her features. But instead of shying away, this time I found myself matching her heat, glaring right back with indignant fury. It’s one thing to threaten a man’s relationship, but to deny his orgasm, that is a sin that can never be forgive. But even still, I had come this far, and I wasn’t about to let it be ruined because I couldn’t control myself. That was how I got into this situation in the first place. No, instead I put my hand back behind my pillow, gripping the underside of my headboard with clear frustration.
Seeing me comply with her command, Shego released her grip on my leg moving it back to my iron hard staff but without movement. “There’s a good boy,” she teased, a haughty expression glimmering in each eye. “Can’t have you enjoying yourself, this is my fun.”
Releasing a long sigh of satisfaction, Shego moved up on my body, straddling me just below my pelvis. Like this she teased the heat of her sex against the underside of my erection, steadying herself on my chest as her nails pinched my chest. “Mmm, how’re those balls feeling Stoppable,” she grinned, knowing the almost painful pressure trapped within the delicate organs.
Giving a soft chuckle at my silence, she knew I could not respond. This lack of interaction did not faze the woman in the slightest however as she simply grinned, grinding the nub of her sex ever so slowly up and down my throbbing length, humming in pleasure.
“You know,” she nodded her head, “I can see why you would go through all this just for Princess. After all, you two are just the sweetest thing, really.” Sneering as she said this, I tried to ignore her as best as I could, knowing that nothing she said could be any good. Unfortunately, as the sensation of her warmth rubbing along my shaft. Without any real stimulation, this was the worse type of torture simply increasing my discomfort with each humid pass, wafting against me.
“Oh Ron,” she sighed, her voice changing in a mockery of Kim’s. “Do you really like it? Continuing the grind against my length, the speed of her pelvis slowly grew, as did the pressure of her sex now sliding up and down my own. “I spent all weekend learning to cook, just for youuu.” She drew out the end of the sentence, groaning in sexual pleasure as the friction between began to grow.
Looking up from our connect cores, I gave the Shego a wide look of surprise that she relished lavishly. Giving a wide chuckle, the pressure of her nails increased as she watched my expression, the mad look in her eyes only growing. “You didn’t think I actually left you alone after that night did you? Ha!” she laughed, "after seeing what you got up to there was no way I was going to miss another show.” And with that said, she withdrew her claws for one hand to stroke my neck, tracing her fingers all the way down. From there, she took great pleasure in taking her time as she move her hand down between us, grasping my member in a tight hold.
“But boy… did you disappoint. I mean really. What kind of follow up was that?!” getting in my face, her expression carried a look of true confusion. And staring into her eyes, I could only try and ignore the sight of her breasts now dangling mere inches from my chest.
Still ordered into silence, Shego’s question was left unanswered forcing her to simply roll her eyes, a great sigh bellowing from her lungs. Honestly, even if I could have talked, I’m not sure what I would have been able to say. To think that Shego had been watching the entire time I was with Kim today was more than a little disturbing. Yet strangely, as I pictured her lost in some shadow, watching all the while as Kim rode me, I couldn’t help but notice the throbbing bellow my waist increase just that much.
Between us, Shego’s hand shifted the direction of my member, angling it back. With this I felt my eyes widen and glance down as she shifted back, teasing me at her warm, wet entrance.
“We were made for each other,” she continued, this time quoting me in her mocking tone. “I mean really, really?” she felt the need to ask twice. “Nearly gave me a fucking cavity.” And glancing down at me, for the first time that night Shego looked at me like she always did before this night. With contempt, anger. Like I was so beneath her, I was even worth considering.
Oh how I realized I hated that look…
All of tonight Shego had been acting strangely, much unlike her usual aloof persona. It was almost challenging… Part of me had thought she was out of her mind, even more so than usual. But another part, I realized, deep deep inside me had actually been hoping that in my beating her, she had actually recognized me as someone of importance. Of worth. And so now, seeing that old expression, I found myself unable to help feeling responsible.
Remaining silent, with hands in place and erection ready to please, I stayed where I was, not moving so much as an inch. Once this was over, I could go back to how things were going to be. With Kim and her being my girlfriend and then everything would be okay. Everyone could be happy. And so, taking a moment to blink, when I opened my eyes I did what I’ve always done in life and simply pushed my feeling to the side, accepting what was to come.
When I met Shego’s green orbs, the expression of her face was… sad. All the fun and entertainment she had been exhibiting up till this point had simply disappeared as if the climax of the night had simply come and gone without me even being aware. And seeing expression on her face, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had disappointed her in some way. That is, until the sensation of her nails ripped freshly into my skin, new found strength urging them deeper than ever.
In a gasp of pain, my world flipped completely as Shego descended, mingling the pain of her fingers with the pleasure of her velvety smooth sex.
In an effort to organize the myriad of signals swarming my brain, I tried to lift myself up in search of a reprieve. Unfortunately, holding me down, Shego’s hands simply forced her claws even deeper, marking me as her hips began to gyrate, swirling back and forth in a technique I had had yet to encounter.
Falling back onto the mattress of my bed, my eyes were wide with frustration. Up and down her sex glided upon me, sending wonderful and constriction sensations all up and down my rod. Between Kim and herself, there was no contest. In the way Kim had ridden me, she had been a wild storm, erratic and impossible to control. She had bounced on top of me without thought or reason. And Shego, Shego was like the waves of an ocean of pleasure, coming and going, building and breaking. Each pass of her hips were as graceful as the tides themselves.
Looking into Shego’s eyes, I could see the cold calculation, the knowledge that with a simple movement, she could give me everlasting pleasure, or never-ending pain. I tried to focus on the sensation of her inner walls, gripping me with pleasure and technique. But every time I felt myself grow even close to release, she would stop, and the dagger like tip of her nails would increase with full force sending me back into reality and without the escape I so desperately craved.
One, two, three times I felt myself at the gates of paradise only to be thrown straight back into hell, with the devil herself above me, savoring each and every fall. This is how I finally understood the true nature of her revenge.
“God Stoppable,” Shego glared down at me, her tone even and clear without even the slightest hint of pleasure. “To think I’d thought you could actually entertain me.” And I could see the honest disappointment reflecting in her eyes proving to only confuse me even more. “Kimmie this, Princess that. You must be a real idiot to think one girl is worth that much trouble!” and to accentuate her point I had to groan as she clawed my chest, four even scratches blooming across the pale flesh. “for one second, just one, I thought you could actually be worth just a few hours of fun, but this? She asked. “Pathetic.” Unfortunately for her, as much as she hoped to cut me with her words, the increasing pressure of my sex was growing too large to register anything else.
In my mind, the world was little more than white noise filled pain and pleasure. I felt helpless, weak, I felt as though nothing I could ever do would be enough for anything. And yet, despite these thoughts, I found my mind overtaken with the wild, animalistic need for release. Time and time again Shego had denied me what I needed, what I craved. Stop, start, stop, start! But little did she know, what she thought was punishment was only spurring me even further into madness, a wild storm of craving passion that was threatening to break the walls of my sanity.
I had to hold back for Kim, I need to endure no matter how great my need became. Unfortunately, as much as I tried to reinforce these thoughts I could feel myself splintering. And through that growing weakness, a voice from my deepest pits spoke out, the fire I had so strongly tried to ignore.
“Let me come!” forced out through gritted teeth, the need becoming too much.
“Look at you,” Shego continued, ignoring me, her sneer as evident as ever. “After this is over what’s waiting for you? Princess? A life as a sidekick? Are you really happy stuck in her shadow? As nothing more than mindless goof? Well?” she stressed, the volume of her voice increasing with each question.
And to make matter worse, once again I felt her freeze on my staff. All movement ceasing as the muscles of my erect flesh throbbed uncontrollably, begging to continue.
“Let me come!” I repeated, the edge of my vision blurring as I tried to keep my emotions, as well as my sanity in cheek. But in response, all Shego could do is laugh, anger blooming across her features.
“And way to go letting Princess’ mother dearest tell you when you can stick it to her daughter. I’m sure you going to be very happy with Kim, sexless, useless. You might as well be back to just being friends.” Then, allowing a great grin to spread across her features. Shego lowered her face down to mine, placing her lips just outside my ear. “I’m sure you’ll be just fine waiting, watching as someone else snatches her away because you were too nice to do anything about it. You think you can keep a girl like Kim? Like this?”
And that, it seemed, was all that I needed.
Opening my eyes wide, I felt my blood boil, the fire inside me spreading through to all my extremities as I broke free, ripping my arms from Shego’s hold only to grab a hand full of her ebony tresses and wrench them back.
Releasing a sound of shock and pain, as Shego’s head was forced back her eyes were wide with disbelief. Giving this no thought at all, my mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only. This became apparent to the sadistic woman as I rose from the beneath her, grappling her leg as leverage as I used both her appendage and her hair to flip her, forcing her onto her back as I began to thrust, mashing my pelvis against hers as forcefully as my body would allow.
In my madness there was one thing that I had to accept. I wanted Shego. I wanted to touch her body, feel her grow wet under my hand. I wanted to see her face climax, to touch her breast. I wanted to claim her as mine and force her to understand that.
In the great moment of my success my mind was at war. I swore that once Kim was my girlfriend, I would stop allowing myself to fall prey to my urges. Leading up to this day, I found myself committing more and more horrible acts, all at the expense of others so I can have my fun. And I had promised, both to myself, and Kim that that would come to an end. But now I knew, as I towered over Shego, even knowing that once this was over Kim would leave me, that I was still going to fuck her.
Letting a loud curse, Shego’s expression was filled with fury as I stared down at her, my features set in tense pleasure. “Stoppable!” she called out enraged. “What the fuck do you think you doing?! Do you want your girlfriend to find out what you did?” she questioned. But I paid her question no mind as I forced myself inside her, savoring the sensation of her warm embrace all the while, hammering myself against her. And glancing down, I sighed at the sight of her breast, shaking with the force of my thrusts, and grinned, a kind of satisfaction I had yet to encounter my life washing over me like no other. I groaned in pleasure.
After everything she had put me through that night, after all the teasing, all I wanted was to remind her who it was exactly who had won that day. That no, it wasn’t a lucky shot. And that no, she wasn’t having an off day. I had won because I was stronger than her, am still stronger than her. And that am not afraid.
“Stoppable!” She tried again. “Stoppable, Stop!” but as I continued to hammer her, I could feel the heat of her insides increasing. And with each pass of my hips she only grew weaker. “Stoppi- Agh!” she groaned, yet another curse falling from her sinful lips.
As much as I enjoyed the sound of her own folly, the sound of her struggles was beginning to annoy me. And making this point known, I felt my nostrils flair as I opened my eyes, pinning the woman beneath me with a glare as the strength and power inside me flared.
“Shut up.”
Without anger, without volume, the two words left my mouth sounding in a tone like none I have ever heard. Cold, frigid, each word seemed to hold a weight all of their own, each of which seem fall upon Shego as she continued to stare up, shocked into silence.
Taking this quiet for all it was worth, in the beauty of the moment, I took this time to truly enjoy the wonderful sex I was allowed to experience. And frozen in the one, wonderful moment, I found a grin as wide and expressive growing on my lips as I ever remembered. All the while, continuing to glare down, daring Shego to so much as breathe without my say-so. And in this expression, I found Shego to actually shrink under me, her face matching that of the same as when I had defeated her, just before she fled.
But that was not my concern.
Now silent. Shego’s entire demeanor seemed to change. While appearing afraid, her actions told a different tale as she began to thrust back, in equal if not greater force. This forced the sound of out union to resound throughout the room. Wet flesh striking wet flesh. In the beauty of the moment, I could finally feel my release approach.
Taking no chances, without even thinking my hand gripped Shego’s wrists even tighter above her head. And in my other, I still held Shego’s leg, angled at the knee. Increasing my grip to the point of pain, Shego made no protest, simply laying on her back and accepting me, that same frightened expression clear as ever.
With a great bellow of breath, I could feel the flesh of my erection expand as my balls released what I had been forced to withhold for so very long. In one great thrust, I buried myself as deep as our bodes would allow before forcing my lips down onto Shego’s. This time, my tongue was the one to fill her mouth. And without complaint, the green skinned woman opened her mouth, without question. My tongue washed against its surface, all the while filling her with what felt like a life time of cream.
Each pulse of my dick felt like a fire hose dowsing the heat of Shego’s walls with its spray. This time I was too lost to count how many burst I manage, but I knew it be large. This was all I could think as the spout of my penis finally began to end, the last few dribbles landing uselessly on the sheets as I pulled myself free. And as I knelt there, simply breathing with the light of the moon glimmering, and woman I had truly grown to hate flushed beneath me, panting, there was only one think I could think, lost in that single moment.
That this was the greatest thing I have ever felt. And dropping to my side, exhausted, it was all I could do to lay back, and stare at the ceiling above me in silence.
Reality, as it is often called, is quite the bitch. And not ten seconds after I had finished had it decided to dawn on me, filling my insides with fear.
Clenching my eyes closed, I cursed myself time and time again. A life time of effort, wasted. A lifetime of love, useless. With this I had sealed my fate, and any relationship I might have hopped to have with Kim was gone… or so I thought.
Forcing myself to look at Shego, I could only hope she was would let me walk away with my life. I was almost sure she would be blind with anger, the punishment for this night multiplying tenfold. If she was this angry over losing a fight, what the heck would she do now? But, as I turned my head, inching towards the view of her wild black hair, I was shocked at what I found.
Not rage, not anger, not the doom I had expected. Rather, in her expression I found the utmost expression of pleasure bursting from within.
Her eyes, trained on me, shone with… adoration, it seemed. A kind of fanaticism that crept along my skin in the most uncomfortable of ways. Considering the way she had chosen to deal with me all night, this new change truly shook me for now I knew that any hope of predicting how she may act is long lost.
Through parted lips, soft and gentle gasps forced air in and out of her lungs. I could see the red flush of blood mingling under the pale green coloring of her flesh, mixing and combining to form varying degrees of shades and hues. From her dilated pupils, all the way to her protruding nipples, brushing against the length of my arm, I found myself with a startling revelation. Anger? Oh no, Shego was not mad, but aroused.
“Ahhh,” she sighed, never blinking, never breaking eye contact with the features of my face as she continued to gaze, entranced. Then, to make matters even worse, I felt the sensation of her arms, pulling, dragging me close as they entrapped themselves around my bicep. Like this I found the poorly built muscle buried in the soft, cushion of her bosom. “Oh god, she continued. And I was inclined to agree.
“Shego?” I asked in confuse, my unease reflecting in my gaze as I tried to pull away. But in response the woman only held tighter, her expression turning almost shy. And it was only then, seeing such an alien look on her usually fierce features that I knew something had truly gone wrong.
“Ron,” she spoke, not teasing, not mocking. Just my name, moaned deliciously from her ebony lips as she attempted to snuggle even closer. And in response, all I could do was refrain from exposing the crawling sensation the act inspired upon my skin. Oh yes, something was seriously wrong here. Even worse, then, was the slow, timid, but excited smile that began to stretch across her lips. Seeing this, it was all I could do to remain in the bed without running for my life. “Ron,” she grinned.
“I’m sorry!” I quickly apologized, intent on seizing whatever opportunity to contain the can of worms my actions might have opened. But after a look of surprise, the grown woman merely shook her head, the same dazzled and excitable expression impressed upon her features.
“You,” she sighed. “Have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” And continuing to confuse me, I felt myself freeze as she crawled farther on top of my body, pressing her breast into my lower rib cage and cradling her chin on her hand so that she might continue to stare, her mussed and strayed hair only adding her well fucked appearance.
“Oh,” I managed, forcing myself to look away from her intense green orbs. And really, what else was there to say?
After a few moments of awkward silence, I looked to see Shego shaking, her face buried into my chest. Like this I was able to feel her lips, while hidden, spread into a wide smile pressed into my chest. And then, before I could so as begin to be confused, I was forced to flinch back as the naked woman’s humor could be concealed no longer, her laugh erupting in large, air restricting bellows of laughter.
“I knew it!” She forced out in between two burst of maniacal giggling. Raising her head from my chest, my eyes widened at the crazed expression in her eyes. Each orb watched me with increasing fascination. From place to place they flashed across my features, a dizzying pattern that left me frightfully nervous as she crawled even farther onto my chest. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!”
Well… that made one of us.
“Shego?” I asked cautiously. And craning my neck as far as it would go, this was all I could do to put distance between us. This small act proved futile however as Shego’s face swallowed the final distance between us, placed her black painted lips directing on mine.
Preparing for the worst, I made no attempt to hide my grimace of fear, just waiting for the pain to return. However, as I continued to wait I found myself surprised to feel the woman’s kiss remain soft, almost… gentle.
Pulling only a fraction of an inch away, I could still feel Shego’s Cheshire grin against my lips as she whispered breathily one last time, “I knew it.”
In her eyes, I was amazed to see an expression relief. This quickly quelled however, and in its place I was gifted with the familiar sight of excitement. “You’re everything I’d hoped.” And that confusing comment was all I heard before her lips were back on mine, desperate and tender.
Lost to the sensation, it took me more than a few moments to regain my bearings.
Breaking away from her lips, I panted in the exertion of the act. “Wait!” I called out, desperate for even a moments rest. And while clearly reluctant, I watched amazed as Shego actually listened, retreating. But pushing this aside, I took the chance at hand and tried my best to pin her with my gaze. “What are you talking about?!”
Right then, I truly felt as though I had reached the end of my rope. All the sly remarks, all the sarcasm, all the teasing, all of it weighed on my mind to the point of breaking it. Like a man crazed, I grabbed the woman on top of me, my expression wild as I begged, no, pleaded with my eyes for her to understand the length of my exhaustion. Nothing that happened this night has made any sense at all. I’d been scratched, bit, sucked and screwed. And right now, right here, I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Shuttering, much to my surprise, I watched, eyes wide in desperate confusion, as my actions only seemed to force a surge of color to bloom beneath Shego’s cheeks. Thankfully before allowed myself to break completely, Shego opened her mouth and finally, finally explained all that I needed to know.
Losing her smile, Shego’s face fell, becoming a mask without expression. Combined with her still burning eyes, this image alone was more than enough to send a chill up my spine.
“I had to test you,” she replied, her intense gaze burning me with its focus. “I had to be sure.” And saying this, I could feel the cool sensation of her fingers moving up my body caressing my skin.
“Test what?” I asked incredulously, shaking the sensation of her fingers from my mind. This became difficult however as the tip of her finger began to trace the still tender flesh of her cuts.
Looking off, over my shoulder, she appeared lost in her thoughts. The fire in her eyes, already so bright, tripled in intensity. I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight, almost becoming lost right along with her.
“I could see it,” she spoke. Her voice quiet but happy. “In you. I thought I was crazy, I mean I had to be. You’re a freaking sidekick! But… I couldn’t forget.”
“Forget what?”
Snapping out of whatever trance she had entered, I flinched back as her eyes flickered back onto mine, a strange energy vibrating throughout her entire being. I could see this in her smile as the painted lips stretched nearly to their breaking point. “Your eyes,” she smirked, a level of malice returning with those words. “The way you looked at me, your expression. So wild, so intense. It was just, it made me… made me.” At this she seemed lost and unsure how to continue. Back and forth her eyes flickered, searching for words that would match her complex emotion.
Frozen by the sight, as her eye finally returned to mine they glimmered with enlightenment. So much so I found myself actually captivated, a strange sense of fascination drawing me in. and so as she began to lean forward, I found myself returning the action, like a snake, charmed.
“Afraid,” she breathed against my lips, the very word forcing a fresh explosion of color to flush beneath her skin. And as if the very word were an aphrodisiac itself, at its very utterance Shego could not help the soft but audible mewl of arousal that became summoned by the memory.
Flushing a bit myself, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, or hearing as the sensation of Shego’s nipples scrapped against my chest. And seeming satisfied by the result of her actions, Shego made no attempt to hide herself as she repeated the action, yet another noise of pleasure purring from her lisp.
“You scared the crap out of me Stoppable. You actually managed to beat me, to play me like a game. You sent me running with my tale between my legs.” And as if to make her point that much stronger, I felt my eyes widen at the sensation of her slick sex grinding against the skin of my leg. Out of reflex my hands moved on their own, switch from her arms to grip the slender surface of her waist. Shego had no qualms about this as it seemed as the action only seemed to encourage her in her pervasive actions.
Behind my eyes, could feel my brain detonating at such information. Shego!? Afraid of me!? Ha! Not in this life time. I’m about as threatening as a newborn mole rat. And even if I did scare her, that still didn’t explain the sudden and very painful treatment she seemed to feel the need to administer.
It was almost as if she was… turned on by being afraid. But, come on, even Shego can’t be that messed up … can she? And suddenly, I wasn’t so sure.
“O-okay, but wait, then why are you even here?” I forced myself to ask, voicing my earlier thoughts.
At my question, a look of utter displeasure exposed itself on Shego’s emerald features. This was the only warning received before her sneering smirk tore into my flesh, as well as her nails. “Do you have any idea how boring it is to be me?” she asked, clearly not actually expecting a response. “Day in day out, working for idiots like Drakken. Stealing tech for Drakken. Listening to Drakken complain about every. Little. Thing! Ugh! If I have to hear one more conversation about his mother, I’m actually going to kill the nerd.”
Taking a deep breath did nothing for the girl as she took an irritated blow at the few strands hanging in her face. “Just for once,” she continued. “I’d like to take a little pride in knowing that the guy I work for is actually competent enough to work with scissors that aren’t made of plastic. Someone that I know, can do better than steal cable as a grand master plan. Someone… someone better than me!”
Growing deathly quiet, Shego stayed where she was fuming in silent anger. In this time, I gave myself time to remember to take a breath. But at the same time, I could feel my features twisting in confusion. “Okay but wha-”
Frozen mid-sentence, I could feel the cold sensation of realization settle in my belly. And staring at me, Shego seemed to see it the exact same time as I, as a slow, if not coy smile curled her already smirking lips.
“No,” I shook my head, a look of disbelief o my face. “No, no way!” yet despite my repeated denial, Shego’s expression remained the same. This left me blinking, unsure what to even say before erupting with indignation. “Dude! I am so not a villain!” I denied vehemently. “No way, I’m a hero. I mean, sidekick if you want to get technical but still, that’s at least half a hero! Why the heck would you want to work for me?!” and yet even still, Shego’s knowing smirk remained the same, impenetrable and unflinching. So resolute seemed her conviction that even I had to blink.
“Let me ask you,” she began, her hand slipping up the back of my head where her surprisingly delicate appendages began to twirl my blond locks. “Are you really a hero? I mean really?”
“YES!” I nodded my head spastically, almost losing the enjoyable sensation of her fingers against my scalp. “One hundred percent total bonafide hero! I save the world- well, help Kim save the world all the time! You’ve been there!” I reminded her, staring at her with impossibly wide eyes. The fact that she thought I could be a villain was ridiculous.
“Okay,” she succeed, a small nod of her head in acknowledgment. “but then let me ask you this,” and with a small, but dramatic pause, her face slipped back up to mine, almost eye to eye as she confronted me. “Why do you care?” and to that… I could only answer with silence.
Seeing my stunned silence, Shego continued quickly. “Why do you do it? What’s in it for you? What do you get for risking your life every mission?”
Answering quickly, my words came out in a rush. “Because people could get hurt! Me and Kim don’t need anything from it. We just like helping!”
In my answer I felt fairly confident. It was true after all. A lot of the time the only thing standing between the world and some evil doomsday device was me and Kim. If we weren’t there, who knows what could happen. Unfortunately, answering my response with a very shark like smile, I couldn’t help but feel my confidence wither.
“But is that why you really care?” she asked insidiously, that same knowing smirk growing with each passing second. “Or could it be, maybe, just maybe, that you could care less? And all this time you’ve just been following princess’ lead? Because I am only going to ask this once, and you don’t even need to answer. But just think, if it wasn’t for Kim, if you and princess had never met, could you honestly say that you would care in the slightest what some crazy villain decided to try? Do you really think that even without Kim, you would feel personally responsible for that man to be brought to justice?”
Letting the question hang into darkness, my first instinct was obvious. Of course I would! There’s no way I would be able to just sit by and allow such threats to go unnoticed. Evil people deserved to be punished. They hurt people. They were cruel, they… they…But then, not even half a second later did I realize, the hollow, lackluster emotions inspired inside me. Even I couldn’t believe the crap I was spouting. But then, this force me to think, was Kim really the only reason I’ve felt responsible for going on missions? Was that it?
As if reading my mind, in a matter of seconds of asking her questions Shego drew back, if only an inch, her expression bleeding satisfaction.
With a look of grim displeasure, I gave a heated breath before turning my head away. “Fine,” I conceded, reluctantly angry. “But that doesn’t make me evil.” And in this I felt confident. Just because I couldn’t be the benevolent being Kim was, didn’t mean I was evil. I felt empathy, I held no desire for the earth or any other impossible trophy.
From the back of my head, I felt Shego’s hand flow down to my cheek, forcing me back to face her. She looked in my eyes appearing amused yet sympathetic. “What do you think evil means?” she asked me. And pulling back from the abrupt question, I shrugged my shoulder reaching for the obvious answer.
“Someone that wants to take over the world.” But then curling my features in concentration, I tried to expand. “Someone that… doesn’t care what happens to the people that could get hurt.” And saying this, I made sure to give the woman petting my cheek a very pointed look. In response she merely shrugged it off, a mere role of her eyes in answer.
“Close,” she responded, “but not quite.”
In a small flash, her cold nails bit my cheek, forcing my attention solely on her. “Evil isn’t about hurting people, that’s a psychopath. And it’s not about taking over the world, that’s just Drakken’s shtick. To be evil, truly evil simply means being able to take what you want, when you want it, the consequences be damned!”
As she grinned brightly, I couldn’t look away as her fanaticism continued to grow. Say what you will about the woman, but she loves her work. That much was clear.
Coming back to herself, she gave me a wide grin, happy as ever. “It can start so small,” she explained. “Something so little, insignificant.” Taking deep breath, her eyes became wistful, as if traveling back in time. “Me? It was just a stupid pair of earrings. Stolen from some bank robber and barely worth fifty bucks. But when I saw them, I wanted them. So much, that before I even knew it they were in my pocket.
I’m sure you remember how I got my powers, when I used to fight crime with my idiot brothers. Well, one day, after we just finished beating the tar out of some jewelry store robber, I guess my gloves caught the side of his bag and everything he had stolen just spilled across the street. Now, I’d seen jewels before. But this one pair of earrings, they just seemed to glow. Calling to me to reach down and take them.”
Eyes flashing back to mine, her grin was like an exited child. “That was the beginning of it all, once I stole those earrings, all I wanted was more. To steal and steal and collect everything the world had to offer. It was just a pair of earrings, cheap ones too. Found out later there were barely worth fifty bucks. But I didn’t care. And that’s the point.”
Becoming deadly serious, Shego’s expression forced me to listen. In that moment, there was literally no other option. “One fixation, one idea or act that you can’t seem to get out of your head. That’s all it takes.”
All too easily, I could already see where she was taking this. What I had done to get Kim, the acts and emotions I had been forced to indulge simply so that I might capture my one dream of having her …it was all too familiar. And not for the first time that night did I feel the cold hand of fear clench my heart.
“I did what I had to.” I defended myself, the defense clear in my tone and expression. Put Shego’s answering expression only panicked me even further. “But I have her now! I’m satisfied. I don’t want anything else. Just Kim! That doesn’t make me evil!” but once again, all Shego had to do was sneer for me to doubt my own words.
“Satisfied? Really? Then how do you explain Kimmie’s little friend you decided to rape?” she jeered without mercy. “or did I miss the part when her unconscious body begged you for a good sticking? Hmm, or how about princess’ mommy? Because you seem reeeeal satisfied whenever she’s around.” And even saying this, Shego’s sneer struck me in the heart, hitting me right where it hurt.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered, trying to look away. But even if I didn’t look at her, I couldn’t escape the delighted cackle of laughter that followed.
“Are you kidding?” She asked incredulously. “if you’re eyes followed that woman’s ass any closer, they would have to be sown into the back of her fucking jeans!” And hearing that I had been so obvious I had little choice but to blush, hoping against hope that Ann hadn’t been able to tell. “Not that I can blame you,” she added as an afterthought. “who knew Kimmie had such a yummy mummy, hmm? She grinned. And seeing my eyes go wide at her comment, she couldn’t help her laughter as she grinned without care.
“And let’s not forget about little old me,” she continued her point. Giving a small chuckle, I had to watch as Shego peeled herself from my chest, her nakedness returning to full view as she moved to straddle my pelvis. Like this I could only stare, eyes wide as I was forced to take in the wonderful swerves of her voluptuous body. Only after I had taken her, top to bottom was I able to look back up to her face, a proud and knowing smirk firm on her features.
“Can you honestly say, right now, that you have no desire to be with any other woman? Any woman at all.” And the cheater that she is, Shego couldn’t help but allow her hands to wander up her body. And because of this, I found myself watching, tantalized as the found her generous bust, before cupping the great mounds in a teasing manor. “Hmm?”
“Nope,” I forced out, shaking my head as fiercely as I could manage in that position. And looking anywhere but her, even I didn’t believe myself.
“Hmm,” the she devil hummed under her breath. “Not even if you were allowed to do anything you wanted? No restriction? Just complete and unfettered access to this body to do as you please?” then, in an act I found too surprising for words, I watched incredulously as she turned, flipping her position over my body so that her back now faced me. Like this, my throat became dry as her caressing hands danced around her waist, tracing the sumptuous curves until the clawed appendage playfully ran along the voluptuous mound of her perfectly round rear. “I find that very hard to believe.”
Staring at her butt, now perfectly exposed for my viewing, I couldn’t find the words to speak. Up and down, my eyes observed her cheeks, watching in great rapture at their grandeur. Compared to Kim, who’s backside I have spent more than an afternoon admiring, I hated to admit that Shego’s was definitely more… alluring in its womanly maturity. As round and alluring as Ann’s, Shego’s held the type of pert muscle a mother could never afford. In this, the great muscle retained its round bubble like shape without reducing its amazing volume.
Over her shoulder, the woman’s eyes twinkled devilishly as she watching my every action. From the gentle sway of her hip, to the gentle arch she forced her back, everything she did focused my attention directly to her rear. Slipping between her cheeks, one daring finger braved the valley between, teasing me with its destination. Only when she saw my eye flare, and breathe deepen did she give me what she knew I craved, and pull her cheek to the side, exposing the dark puckered hole of her rear.
Taking a sharp breath, my eyes immediately, though regretfully, pulled away from such a sight and stared at Shego in disbelief. Surely she wasn’t really consenting to… that, was she? There was no way! But as I tried to convince myself, I could hold back my groan of arousal as her seductive lips parted, a single heated sigh slipping between her back, moistened lips.
“Well?” she spoke, a single eye brow raised in challenge. “Are you still, satisfied?” giving herself a small chuckle, her lips curled in her trademark smirk. Bun in response I could not form words, lost in the impossibility of the moment.
“I know you want it,” she taunted me. “The way you looked with Princess and her friend. I could see how badly you wanted to dive in, if only to could get away with it.” Then, with two fingers, she separated her cheeks just at the entrance of her behind, exposing herself yet even further. “Well, here’s your chance. No one to hurt, no one even has to know. It’s all up to you…”
Back and forth, I watch her rear as it swayed. Like a pendulum it hypnotized me, telling me to say yes. And in return all I could do was think of Kim. Unfortunately, this did not have the effect I had desired. Instead of recalling her good heart, of the love I felt whenever she was close, all I could remember was the slow and oh so disappointing act our sex had really been. I wanted all of her, every last bit. And yet, she could not even work up the nerve to be completely nude in front of me. It hurt… it burned. And now, as if that wasn’t bad enough, I found myself faced with a very long… very sexless year ahead of me.
What felt like just a few moments ago, I had been able to feel a kind of pleasure I had no idea even existed. That power, that strength, compared to Kim it was mountain next to a mole hill. I loved her, and I wanted to make her happy, but… that feeling.
Drawing myself up from the bed, I could feel my heated breath filling and leaving my lungs with great speed. “This doesn’t make me evil,” I swore, fire dancing in my eyes. And with an excited smile, Shego nodded her head, her hands turning to touch mine.
“Of course.
“And this doesn’t mean I don’t love Kim,” I insisted, needing that to be known. And cooling her gaze, a deep heady expression form on her face before she nodded.
“Whatever you say.”
With that out of the way, I knelt behind the woman, my manhood high and at attention as it rubbed against her wonderful backside. The sensation alone sent a deep throbbing at the base of my shaft, a deep hunger turning ravenous for what was to come. But pushing this aside, I placed my hands on her hips, trailing them up her body as to sample the delectable dish before me. Oh no, I wasn’t about to rush this.
From behind I grasped her large breast in each of my hands, feeling her now pebbled nipples scrape along my palms. This forced a soft sigh from Shego as she leaned back into my chest, almost perfectly mirroring or positions at the start of this whole thing. I could only sigh as she placed her hands on my hips, guiding me as my swollen flesh grinded into her backside. With each thrust I found myself that much deeper into her crevice, feeling the sensation of her cheeks as they sandwiched me in unbelievable pleasure.
In my hands, I could feel the unbelievable weight of her breast, and my finger kneaded the sexual flesh. Their size alone was more than enough to engulf my fingers as they squeezed. This sensation was extremely pleasing however, like reaching into clouds. And it only struck me then how this was a feeling I could never repeat with Kim.
With a heated breath, I buried my face into Shego’s neck, nipping the salty flesh just has she had done to me. The difference between Shego and Kim was like day and night, good and evil, petit and voluptuous. Nearly everything about them were complete opposites. And for me, who claimed to love Kim so much, to find such pleasure in this woman’s company scared me greatly. This did not stop me however from locating the swollen nubs of her breasts and pinch then with gentle pain. The answering mewl of pleasure chimed in my ear, only urging me to press even harder.
“Ron,” she go sighed, her head lolled to one side as to give my lips better access to her slender neck. Hearing my name on her lips made me grin. Not sidekick, not buffoon, and especially not, ‘who are you again’. But Ron, and moaned by one of the most dangerous woman in the worlds. If that didn’t make a guy feel powerful, well I’m not sure what would.
In quick change of breath I needed to be inside her. And without so much as a heads up, I slipped my hand from her breast, angling myself at her back passage. It was only when I felt the gentle give of rear that pressed forward.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Shego called out, her grip on my sides becoming painful in their attempt to stop me. And giving only a huff of irritation, I have her a questioning glare demanding to know what was stopping me.
Glaring right back, she cared little for my attitude as she turned as best as she was able to speak. “I said you could fuck me in the ass. But not dry!” and in a huff of her own, Shego rolled her eyes before lowering her upper half to the bed. Like this I watched with interest as her rear rose, the cheeks splitting to reveal the puckered entrance I had knocked, as well as her black haired sex, glistening in the moonlight.
Lifting her head from the mattress, she stared over her back, only her eyes appearing. Between her legs she reached down to grab my member, rubbing the spongy surface of my tip against her warm folds. “Just need to get it a little wet first,” she hummed, enjoying the sensation of my flesh against her sex.
With a blink of understanding, I let her work me against herself, gathering as much of her glistening arousal onto my staff as possible. Delving into her channel once or twice, I gave her a few satisfying pumps before withdrawing and deeming myself ready. Already I could see her wetness glimmering all along the length of my flesh. And feeling this for herself, Shego finally withdrew her hand, a playful wiggle of her rear signaling my green light.
As my hand settled on the pale skin of her backside, steadying it for my aim, I could feel my heart building in speed. Was it because of control? Was it because it was new? Was it because I knew I shouldn’t? What was the reason these acts seemed to give me such a rush?
Despite not knowing the answer, this did nothing to diminish the excitement in my heart as I grasped my member, holding it ready to stab as my hips pressed towards my goal. It was only when the tip of my member was tensed against Shego’s entrance that I let it go, returning my hand to the other side of her cheeks.
Pressing forward, Shego made no attempt to stop me. The green skinned woman seemed content to watch from over her shoulder, a kind of tense anticipation humming throughout her being. As I pressed forward, I could see her freeze under the sensation. Her backside was tense and unrelenting, much like the woman herself. However, grasping her wide hips in each of my hands, as I pushed forward I began to feel the wall of muscle give. And I found myself marveling at the sensation.
Fisting a tight hold of my bed’s sheets, Shego’s back became rigid as the first of my length began to disappear. I tried to find sympathy, or at least a semblance of regret. But even thinking that I found myself pressing harder, urging myself deeper without mercy. Later, I would regret. And later I knew I would question these seemingly malicious emotions. But right now, at this moment, all I could think about was the sight, and sensation as Shego’s ring of muscle slipped over the ridge of my head, engulfing the bulb of nerves in its entirety.
Allowing myself a moment to breath, both me and Shego seemed to relax at the initial entrance ending. Now, it was only a matter of forcing the rest of my length against her wonderful resistance.
Adjusting my grip, I couldn’t help myself as I a spread her cheeks even further, displaying her for my pleasure. I smiled in pleasure at the sight of her, stretched, full. I could plainly see the tension of her rear as it was forced to welcome me. But by the end of the night, I knew it would be forced even further in its job to pleasure me. And all I could do was take it all for it was worth.
Gritting my teeth, I gave a deep sigh as I pressed my hips forward. Amazingly enough, with my head now past her initial defense my entrance to her rear became much much easier. Around my staff, I could feel Shego’s insides push against me as if to force me from her bowels. But it was because of this I found her so much more accessible. Already I could feel her opening swallow up to half of my encroaching member. Like this I found myself gasping, the incredibly sticky sensation of her insides clinging all along me in the most wonderful of ways. It was only when I reached as far as I could go that I eased back, returning my weight to my knees.
Buried balls deep in Shego’s rear, my dick throbbed at the sight of it. I could feel her, all of her all around me. And helpless to do anything but, I took a moment to sit back and stare in amazement at the sensations running up my body. In my hands a massaged the generous flesh of her backside, molding it in my hands. It was like this a devious thought of my own emerged.
Recalling all the scratches and pain she had put me through, I couldn’t hold back my grin as revenge formed in my brain. Removing my hand from her check, I cautiously raised it back, only to send it flying in a rush to slap her right where it hurts.
“!” Releasing a sharp gasp, Shego’s tight ring of muscle clamped unmercifully down on the base of my member. I savored the sensation, not at all regretful of my actions. After everything she had put me through this night, tricking me, leading me to cheat on Kim, she could take a little pain. But even thinking that, I still forced myself to wait and give the poor girl a few seconds to adjust.
“hey!” Shego barked, a look of fury burning in her eyes. But I wasn’t even looking at her. Instead choosing to enjoy the sight of her pale cheek turning red as is jiggled with the force of my slap. I might pay for it later, but hey, I was already in hell. I might as well enjoy myself. With this in mind, I gave the glaring woman a cheeky smile, not caring in the least what she might do to me for it. Amazingly, instead of anger Shego looked to return my smile, as if pleased by my response.
I tried not to focus too much on this.
Feeling the strength of her rear relax some, I pulled back just enough to feel her inner walls against my length. The feeling of Shego’s ass was unforgettable. Buried balls deep, I was surrounded by her heat. Unconsciously her rectum would twitch, tightening ever so slightly around me. In this I could only sigh, pressing my hips against the pillow surface of her cheeks, if only to get that much deeper.
“Go slow,” Shego instructed. Over her shoulder she still watched me, shoulders hunched and muscles tense. Taking this in, I nodded my head before beginning to rock my hips back and forth. Like this, Shego sighed, her own actions coming to life as she tried to make this already amazing experience that much more incredible.
Pulling myself back, the now pink ring of muscle would tighten, constricting around my erection as if to pull me back in. and as I pressed myself forward, just as when I had first entered, Shego’s innards would push against me as if to expel me. This was the slow, but pleasurable rhythm we slowly found ourselves enjoying.
In and out I could feel the sticky, heated walls of gliding over the length of my staff. The tight ring of her muscle almost milking me as it slipped all along my staff. Above me on the bed, I could her Shego grunting, her breathing deep and troubled as she endured the presence of my meat. But as her hand dipped underneath her body, I watched as the tone of her grunts changed. Becoming longer and more guttered.
Without even noticing, I was surprised to feel Shego pleasuring herself. I could feel the difference in her motions almost immediately. Her hips, which before had remained in controlled motion, now moved fast and erratic, pressing back as I fed her my length. As well as inside, I could feel her fingers dipping inside herself, rubbing the wall of flesh separating our invading appendages.
Like this the real beginning of our carnal consummation started. The sound of her pleasure filled moans, mingling with mine. The sound of my hips slapping her voluptuous cheeks. I enjoyed watching the movements of our union rippling up to her back.
Unfortunately, despite this being my third release of the evening it seemed my stamina for such things was increasing. Already I could feel my essence begin to bubble. Deep down from the tip of my staff the telltale tingle spread through my extremities. Every thrust was sweeter, every sensation that much more heavenly. Harder and harder I found myself pounding into the woman before me, the racking crash of my head board now chipping the paint of my wall. Whatever pain Shego might have had, was vastly over shadowed by the pleasure, as her grunts only increased in volume, the soft keening of her tone increasing in pitch. In her sex I could feel her finger working vigorously, in and out rubbing everything she could get her hands on. Slowly, the noise that could be made was her gasps, now as high as a shriek as she came her entire body tensing at once.
As I was about to meet my end, I took one last glance at the woman before me. All of a sudden, an overwhelming need to claim her washed over me, urging me to mark her as mine. It was animalistic, almost caveman like. Despite this, I couldn’t say no.
Feeling her clench at the base of my staff, I could feel my eyes roll up in pleasure as I attempted to pull myself free, her rectum clenching along my length from base to tip. That incredible sensation was all I needed as my release reached its peak. And popping free from her rear, I made quick to grab it, aiming as best I could as my hand pumped furiously to enhance the pleasure.
Stretched out before me, Shego was the ideal target. Glob after glob launched free. With the amount of pleasure I had gotten to enjoy, there was no surprise as the long strings of white arched to great length. Some, even managing to soil the glorious tangle of hair Shego held with such high esteem. The rest, to weak to reach painted her back again and again. It was only the weakest of weak that splashed across her rear, her pale cheeks stained with my dripping cream.
Exhausted I couldn’t hold myself up any longer even if I wanted. Crashing into my bed, a satisfied and exuberant grin remained plastered on my face. Not even Shego, as she let out a small grumble about my mess, could diminish the pure and unadulterated satisfaction I felt coursing through my veins.
Through post-coital bliss, I watched as Shego stepped off the bed, a slight limp in her step, to pick up one of my discarded shirts off the floor and mop my jizz off her skin. Watching this, I couldn’t but smirk at the particularly loud string of curses she professed upon finding the clumped muss tangled in her hair. I received a particularly scathing glare courtesy of that little trouble. But eventually, she managed to wipe most if not all mess from her body and walked back to me.
Entertained by her naked body, I was still too lost in my own pleasure to acknowledge the weight of what had just happened. Because of that, all I could do was smile. Watching her breast sway and shake as she stoop over me.
Seeing my expression, it was all Shego could do to keep from rolling her eyes. But even she couldn’t help a smirk from forming. I probably should know better, but right then I couldn’t help it as I reached for her hand, pulling her into back into bed with me.
“Someone’s looking… relaxed,” she finally decided on. At my side she propped her head on her hand as she ran the other along my chest. Like this I could only snort, a small sigh of contentment escaping from me.
“You don’t have to be evil to enjoy that,” I returned, reaching over to wrap an arm around the pale beauty.
Raising her eyebrows at the familiar action, the woman gave a small shrug before allowing it. “Whatever,” she grunted. “Listen, I’m not asking you to sign a membership contract or anything, okay? All I want is for you to know that if you come into any… problems. Whatever they are…” she paused to stroke her hand lower towards my now limp member, “then give me a call.”
Giving Shego a queer stare, I felt a small chuckle of disbelief escaping from my nose. “You really want to work for me? I mean, really?” I finally managed. “You do this for Drakken?” I couldn’t help but ask. Thankfully, Shego managed to find the humor in it too as a small, if not dry smirk rose to her features.
“I fuck his bank account,” was her reply. To which I could only grin.
“Listen,” she forced my attention. “You might not want to admit it now, but I can see the signs. And I already know you’re strong. Whether it’s tomorrow, or the day after that I have no idea. But I have every intention of sticking close to enjoy the show. So…” stopping mid sentence, I watched as she broke from my embrace to move off the bed and reach into her discarded belt. From it she retrieved a small piece of tech.
“Here,” she offered it to me. And taking a moment to look it over, I found a small green and black phone glimmering in my palm. “Like I said, call me if you need a favor. It can’t be traced, so as long as you keep it out of sight it should be safe.”
Before I could respond, I had to prop myself up on my elbows to watch her gather her clothes and redress. Despite myself, despite this night, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at seeing her leave. “What if I told you to stop Drakken from making any more inventions? To sabotage them or something?” in my question, there was a clear challenge. I knew there was no way she would knowingly do good. And yet, buckling her belt back around her waist, she simply flipped her long hair over her shoulder before returning her trademarked smirk.
“If that’s what you want,” she grinned. “Considering he’s his own biggest threat, it shouldn’t be too hard. Nine out of ten his inventions break themselves anyway.” Then, with a quick sashay in my direction she took a moment to take stare before bending down for a quick peck on the lips.
“Later Stoppable,” she gave a small wave of her hand. And opening my window, she gazed outside before looking over her shoulder to grin dangerously. “Like I said, I already know you're going to be fun. But try not to disappoint.” Then hardening her eyes, the green orbs pierced me like blades. You’ve seen how I handle disappointment.” Them blowing a kiss in my direction she left out into the night, my open window the only evidence she had ever really been there.
Falling back to my mattress, I gave a single sigh of exhaustion. The night had been fun, but I could feel a slight ache in my limp member. It had taken quite the beating this night after all.
Replaying the night’s evens in my head I could only shake my head. Kim would be furious if she ever found out what I had done. I’d actually slept with her second worst nemesis after all. The only thing I could think that would be worse than this is if I cheated on her with Bonnie. Chuckling at the thought, I paused for only a second allowing the image of the tan witch to form in my mind.
“Okay Stoppable, one betrayal per night,” I whispered into the night. And releasing yet another sigh, I lifted my hand above my head, and stared at the simple tech in my hand.
More than anything it looked like a harmless walky-talky. If not for whom in contacted, it would appear as nothing more than a meaningless toy. And maybe… that’s all I should think of it. It’s not like I would ever actually contact her. No matter what Shego says, as long as I have Kim what else is there?
Almost as soon as I asked the question an image of Ann appeared in my mind, smiling as beautifully as ever. With a shake of my head I banished the image almost immediately. It was wrong, but I had to admit that I wanted her. As much as Kim, and maybe even more…
But honestly, I had to ask myself, was there ever any chance that anything could actually happen? And in response reminded myself that something had indeed happened already. And that it had been quite enjoyable for the both of us.
But that was an accident. And a betrayal. To try that again, planning it…
Before I could expand, the voice in my head immediately responded: What have you gotten by being good? Stuck in the friend zone? Forgotten by everyone who met you? And now look. Look at what’s happened now that you’ve started… asserting yourself, I decided to call it. You’ve got the girl of your dreams, you managed to beat one of the best fighters in the world. And then even have her naked in your bed. Could the old me have ever managed that? I don’t think so…
Glaring at my ceiling, I stole a glance at the phone and struggled to find what I should do. There was no way I was going to call her. I should smash the stupid thing and be done with it, along with the rest of that had gotten me into such a mess. I was going to start being good. I was going to put all this behind me…
Hopping up from my bed, I strolled over to where the box hand landed in the midst of our pleasure and picked it up along with the rest of the toys inside. Like this I stared, eyeing them with a myriad of mixed emotions.
Narrowing my eyes in anger, my grip on the phone tightened. Shego had no idea who I was. Who the hell was she to say what I was, who I was becoming. I don’t care what she says. There’s no way I’ll be evil. And saying this I raise the phone in my hand high above my head… only to let it drop, landing it right in the box with the rest of my items. Like this I stayed where I was, for only a moment before moving to place its cover back into place and shoving them all back under my bed.
Angry at myself, and everything in my life I threw myself back onto my bed, stubbornly throwing my covers over my shoulders and settling in for a fitful night’s sleep.
There was no way I was ever going to call her. Shego is full of crap, there’s no way she knows me. She doesn’t know anything about me. Unfortunately, right then the very same could be said about myself. And so, with more questions than answers, I clenched my eyes tight and forced myself to try and sleep.
That phone was a mistake. Everything about the day had been a mistake. And yet, remembering the night I had just experienced, I could not find it in me to get rid of the stupid thing. Even then, just thinking about the beautiful image of naked body bathed in moon light I could feel my member twitching in arousal, despite its ache. And it was that image that carried me to the edge of consciousness.
Hmm… I guess it could have gone worse…
What a fun toy I had found.
A/N: Okay, the long awaited chapter four finally completed. Man, is it just me or did that take a freaking hella long time. Jezz. Anyway, hopefully chapter five will be quicker. And you guys can help with that by leaving a nice big review telling everything you loved and hated. Seriously, I can’t say it enough how much your reviews inspire me to write. Seeing that many people care enough about my story, to give even the smallest of shits to write to me makes me want to return the favor and get the next chapter out as fast as possible. So pay it forward people! And even if you don’t have anything to say, just give the story a rating to let me know you care. Please and thank you in advance!
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