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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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Chapter List
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- 6
A/N: Merry fucking Christmas. Bet you weren’t expecting to an update for this any time soon. But enough about that. I’m leaving an important Note at the bottom of the page. But for now, just enjoy.
Tag(s): Light fondling.
Girl(s): Kim.
Toy(s): N/A
Word Count: 6013
Chapter 5 – A Dream Come True
“‘X’ equals… three?” I offered in a somewhat guessing tone. Kim’s expression dropped and it was all I could do to keep from falling on my knees.
“Rooon,” she groaned. She flipped the flash card over to reveal the real answer, “are you even trying anymore?” And to that question all I could do was grin sheepishly, hoping it would convince her to give up for the night and give my brain some rest.
Both of us were set up in the Possible’s family room. Across from me, Kim sat with my algebra textbook resting in her lap. Around her, scattered like the leaves of fall, flash cards could be seen, each with own vexing problem. Some I had gotten lucky and had fallen to her right. And yet I could not deny the overwhelming number resting to my girlfriend’s left. And giving a sigh, all Kim let the one in her hand fall, joining the growing pile of my mistakes.
“I think,” Kim said coldly, “we should take a break.” The red haired teen did not look back as she stalked away from me, her head shaking in frustration.
For her credit, I had to compliment Kim on her patience. Even if this was all her idea. Personally I was more than happy to keep my grades at their perfectly respectable C average. Kim on the other hand was insistent that I raise my efforts, if only to a B.
As a friend she had been just fine watching me wallow away in my endless battle against grades, though willing to help when asked. As a girlfriend however, the young woman seemed obligated, no, dedicated to making me into a shining example of hard work and fortitude. Which explains why I’m stuck here, sitting on the floor in her house just as I had all nights before in the past week with notecards near and my brain throbbing in pain.
I was given a few minutes of rest. But all too soon I found my nightmare resurging. “Okay,” Kim sighed walking back. Her breath left her in a rush, “one more time.” And to my horror I could only watch with dread as she gathered all the cards back into a neat stack and returned her attention back towards me.
“I thinks he’s suffered enough for one night, Kim,” Ann spoke, “don’t you?” The mother walked into the room and smiled at the two of us. But at the moment, all I could do was whimper with hope that her words might inspire mercy. Amazingly, giving her mother an irritated expression, Kim’s eye turned unsure as they looked on the card in her hands. After a moment’s hesitation they finally settled to pity.
Hearing Kim sigh, I felt my heart leap as she relented, packing everything away and returning it to the recesses of her backpack. It was all I could do to stop from jumping in joy.
I cast the elder Possible a thankful expression. Ann simply smiled, a small expression before continuing on her way to the kitchen for some sort of excuse I was sure didn’t exist. And how did I know this? Well, I had a pretty good guess considering this to be the fifth time in the past hour she felt the need to do so.
My mood lost a fraction of its joy. I watched Ann disappear into the other room wondering if she really thought we still believed her little drop bys to be innocent. Kim and I shared a knowing look, we both smiled at her dramatic eye roll.
In the Possible family living room, the usual routine of escaping to Kim’s room to study was no longer an option. Ann had made herself very clear in the week of our relationship that much of what we had become used to was no longer acceptable in her home.
Being alone together without either her or James home? Nope. Unrestricted time to hang at Bueno Nacho? Gone. Sleepovers? …I wish. Oh yes, upon hearing the new list of rules Ann had doled out it was made perfectly clear she was intent on keeping her daughter as far from my reach as possible.
All of this, added with Ann’s incessant need to walk through whatever room we might share, only added to the growing strain she inadvertently seemed to put on this relationship. And speaking of strain…
The amount of time we’ve been able to get alone is paltry at best. A quick make out after cheer practice, a quick grope whenever I have the chance. It isn’t at all how I imagined dating Kim would go. I had more sex with her before we were dating.
Not that I blamed her. Around Ann’s back we tried to steal as many moments as we could. Blushing and nervous, she did her best to reciprocate my enthusiasm. But the fact was, more often than not what we managed to accomplish was rarely worth the effort.
With a heavy sigh, I glance out the corner of my eye to watch Kim finish cleaning the last of our study session back into her back pack. I was happy enough just to watch the dreaded school material disappear. But as Kim leaned over, her loose pajama top dropped enough for me to spy the soft red material of her bra underneath. My eyes lingered for a moment, enjoying the small gift I was being given.
Dressed for comfort, Kim didn’t even think about what she was wearing. I idly recalled the night we had sex, where I’d explained in great detail just what this type of outfit did to me. How easily the neckline stretched, how her dimple of a belly button refused to remain hidden, or even how easily I could see the outline of her ripe bottom through the flimsy material. Had she forgotten? Or was this her cruel, cruel revenge for some sort of action I could not remember.
I couldn’t help the grin on my face. What else would she punish me with?
“Ron,” Ann’s voice suddenly entered my mind. And turning to the source, my brows curled in confusion. That is, until my mind cause up with up with me, and I realized Kim’s mother had just caught me looking down her daughter’s shirt. Blinking rapidly, I turned my eyes away towards the older woman. Her blue eyes were not amused.
I flinched back, warmth flooding my cheeks. I struggled for some way to quickly explain my actions. But it was fairly obvious what I’d been up to. It sucked betraying Ann’s trust, especially since I’d been the one to ask her to keep our secret from her husband.
It hadn’t been easy on our relationship. Tough Kim seemed grateful to know her father wouldn’t be coming to kill me. she seemed more agreeable to the deal than me. Which only made our secret attempts at intimacy stressful more than anything else. Part of me couldn’t help but question what I’d been thinking that night. Would James really be any worse?
I did my best to shake those thoughts from my head. I could think about it all day, but the facts didn’t change. I was going to be a good boyfriend from now on. I’d made that promise. And that meant following her parent’s wishes. No matter how much I might wish otherwise.
I turned and felt my heart stop.
“Kim!” The girl in question jumped at my loud tone. In the middle of picking up my back pack, she turned to start at me.
“What? What’s wrong?”
I didn’t answer right away, eyes locked on my bag and the fact that she hadn’t opened it yet. I’d yelled without thinking seeing it in her arms. I small ember of relief burned behind my clenched shoulder. I forced my expression to relax to a less suspicious grin. Sharp and unnatural, it was anything but comforting.
“Just… let me pick up my mess. That’s not your job.” The words shook as they left my lips. I immediately moved to take the bag from her hand. Which she gave up without incident. Eyebrow raised, she looked crossed between amusement and confusion. “R-Really. It’s bad enough you have to help me like this every day. The least I can do is put away my own notes.”
I proceeded with a stiff chuckle. One that only seemed to tip her expression further into wonder. I struggled to change the subject. “Hey, you decide what to do tonight, cool? Cool. Let me just…” I hurried toward what remained of our mess and stashed away my text books and notes. All the while Kim watched me, a silent frown on her face. Finally she just shook her head.
“Movie?” Kim asked, still somewhat lost. Oblivious to the whole ordeal, she threw her own bag to the corner of the room and turned to me with a nervous smile. Still blanching under what had just occurred, I tightening my hands around my bag and nodded. Her smile brightened into something close to real. “My turn to pick!” I didn’t argue and watched her hurry of towards the stack of DVDs lined near the TV.
With Kim busy, I glanced her way before daring the smallest of peeks into my school bag. Inside, the familiar collection of tech and magic greeted me. As mysterious and damning as ever before. That had been close.
Since starting my relationship with Kim, I’d done my best to put what had happened with Shego behind me. It wasn’t easy. After the things she said, what she’d done, it would be all too easy to burn the memories to the front of my mind.
All things considered, I‘d managed well enough on my own; not allowing it to affect our relationship. Despite her twisted words and dark intent, this was the only thing I’d taken from that night. And honestly? It might have been for the best.
I’d been a fool thinking I could just stuff my secrets under my bed and believe they would never be found. I was fortunate and she’d given them back after she’d gotten what she wanted. But what if I wasn’t so lucky next time? I couldn’t just leave these things where people could find them. But I didn’t have any where I could really stash them either. Not like Wade put a secret vault in my closet.
Part of me wanted to ask why I just didn’t throw them out. They’d done their job after all. I was actually dating Kim. Which is the entire reason I’d kept them up to this point. But I hadn’t gotten around to it yet. I’d sworn off of using them. And in the past week I’d actually managed to keep that promise. Once I found a reliable way to dispose of them, I was sure I would do what was right. Until then, keeping them on me just seemed like the smartest option.
It looks like Kim’s found her movie. I zipped my bag close and placed it carefully next to her own before joining her.
It seemed my early bout of weirdness was forgotten and we settled in. I was eager to get Kim to forget about it all together. The popcorn was popped and we shared a soft blanket. Seated on the aptly named love seat, Kim’s shoulder rested against mine. It was a picture perfect scene of a young couple, one that was completely shattered by the presents of Kim’s mom seated not three feet away.
“So, what are we watching?” If expressions could speak, ours would have groaned. But by now, neither of us was surprised.
On top of a near constant presence hovering when we studied, Kim’s mother seemed to throw any pretense of guile out the window when we settled in for the night. Sometimes we watched a movie or TV. Last Wednesday we cooked together, though that ended up with me cooking while Kim watched. But more often than not, we were just happy to spend some time with each other. But never without the ever watchful eye of her mother.
It was pretty easy to just ignore her. Settled in with her own book on her own end of the couch, she wasn’t nearly so overbearing as to sit between us as some parents might. Still, her presence was hard to completely block out, for either of this.
Kim pressed the remote and the movie’s light beamed into the room. Following the familiar logos, the title screen appeared and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Glancing down, Kim was already looking at me, a smug grin on her face. The sappy romance that was being played could not have made her anymore satisfied.
I smiled back at her and relaxed into the couch. I’d made her watch bricks of fury just the other night, so I guess I was in for some kind of revenge. Still, I didn’t think she would get me this bad. The amount of pink and flowers just covering the title screen was enough to send any man worth his title for the hills. But if it made her happy.
Kim pressed play and picture of girly-ness melted away to begin of a scene of a young woman’s inner dialog, dressed in attire not seen for a good few centuries. I could already feel my eyes glaze over, preparing for a good hour and a half of nonsense. Still, close against Kim I could feel her hip on mine and smell the soft scent of flowers, and about fifteen minutes in the gentle weight of her head settled against my chest.
Brightening immediately, I glanced in Ann’s direction to make sure she wasn’t watching before wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her even closer against me. I soft sigh could be heard soon after.
The movie continued like anyone would expect for one of these things. Girl’s lonely and unhappy with life. She meets a man and suddenly life is exciting again. The dude has a secret that keeps them from being together, but she finds out and loves him anyway. Same formula you’d see in about half the movies aimed towards young women, but Kim seemed to love it.
She frowned at all the parts the young woman cried, laughed when the two of them left on their first date, sighed at their first kiss. Halfway through, I found myself watching her more than the actual movie. I could only smile at her reactions. Which is why, seeing her smile suddenly drop, and her eyes widen, I found myself curiously glancing towards the television only to feel my own expression open with surprise.
It seemed Kim hadn’t seen this movie before. Nor had she thought to look at the R rating no doubt displayed on the back of the box. Because if she had, I very much doubt she would have the nerve pick something with such a… blatant love making scene.
At the moment they were on a bed. Both of them stripped down completely. Through a rose tinted lens, the camera was trying to make the scene tasteful if nothing else. Showing the man thrusting on top of the woman, his broad shoulders and butt the clear focus. At the same time, they were both positioned in a way the openly displayed the woman’s small but perky breasts, as well as her open expression of pleasure.
This was supposed to be the climax of the story, pardon my expression, them being together after so long. So the director seemed to spend a good amount of time on this scene.
I turned back to Kim, but by now her jaw was actually dropped as she watched the pair go at it. I half expected her to turn away or cover her eyes, but she didn’t. Rather, as the angles changed and the story continued, the pair’s lovemaking only seemed to grow more vigorous. And her attention only increased. In the darkness of the movie viewing atmosphere, I could see her cheeks grow pink under the unexpected picture. And I couldn’t help but smile.
Ann’s presence came back to me with the subtleness of a freight train. Watching Kim stare at what had basically devolved into a porno, I could only imagine what her mother would say. Glancing up, I was prepared to face some kind of indignation, or disgust. But instead, I was shocked to find her fast asleep. Eyes closed and her book abandoned on her stomach.
I stared at the older woman half expecting her to jump up at any moment and catch us. Watching her for a handful of moments, it looked like she was really passed out. The deep sighs and even rise and fall of her chest marking just how long ago she’d slipped away. Marveling for a moment longer, when I turned back to Kim, I watched her embarrassed expression and felt the lustful thoughts form in the front of my brain.
Kim didn’t see me lean down towards her neck, so absorbed in the scene of heated lovers. Touching my lips to her neck, her entire body jolted, forcing her to sit up straight. Her eyes turned to me with shocking speed, but not before glancing toward her mother. Glaring, she motion toward to sleeping woman and hissed at me through clenched teeth.
“Ron!” I smiled, which only made her glare harder. With my arm still around her, I moved to cup the side of her rib, rubbing back and forth on her shirt towards her chest. Already slightly sensitive from watching another couple make love, her breath froze in her throat. Again she tried to glare, warning me. But I just moved my face towards hers to capture her lips in a warm kiss.
She didn’t respond at first, stubbornly keeping her arms between us. A few moments of working my lips against hers and her resistance waned. I felt her pursed lips relax into something I could suck on. Feeling her bottom lip slip between my own, a very muted sigh escaped her nose and I pulled back, a knowing grin on my face.
She was blushing even harder now. Face hot, her eyes tried to keep up their hard expression, but fell short when they met my eyes. Instead they seemed softer, warmer. And I loved seeing it.
“Ron,” she sighed. I could feel her heart through her chest as I rubbed slow circles around her ribs. “My mom’s right over there!” Again she nodded toward the passed out parent, who at that moment released the softest of snores. Both of us hearing it, I just shot her a look. One that she shook her head at. Continuing despite her wishes, my hand swallowed the finally distance towards her breast, earning another struggling gasp of surprise.
“Please,” I whispered in her ear. My fingers sank into her soft breast right through her thin tank top and bra. She squirmed against me, but not in any real struggle. Sighing stiffly, I knew how she liked to be touched.
“She won’t wake up, look at her.” And despite herself, she did just that. While her boyfriend pawed at her breast, her green eyes wandered towards her mother still deep in the fog of sleep. Stretched out on the three seated couch, she didn’t so much as turn her head, so lost in the exhaustion that had taken her. I could almost hear her silent deliberation, weighing how much it was worth. But it was a sudden moan from the television that anchored my win.
Kim turned back from her mom to watch the movie. Still in the throes of passion, the two’s position had changed so the heroine now rode her lover. Very much in the same fashion Kim had given herself to me. Blood burning and aroused, watching another couple have sex was clearly having an effect on her. I never took Kim as the type of girl who would be interested in that type of entertainment, but staring at her eyes she couldn’t look away if she wanted to.
Her breath shook as she tried to stifle the flutter in her chest. I don’t think she knew just how intently she was staring, curiosity and arousal forcing the green light of her eyes wide. I took advantage of this situation and pulled my hand onto her thigh.
Her body was soft, and I she offered little more than shudder at the intrusion. Feeling her hot breath on my body, the pulsing in my pants only increased. And I felt myself become fully erect in the snug confines of my pants.
I pulled her onto my lap like she was a pillow. Stifling a soft squeak, her open expression only increased as she steadied herself against my chest. Under her butt, I had no doubt she could feel the prodding of my stiffness. It was only made even more evident by the way she shifted, slow and careful.
Another moan from the television caught her attention. And she didn’t even think before she turned to see what the couple was up to now. I didn’t hesitate to move my hand under her shirt and bra to continue fondling her breast directly. Skin on skin, the malleable skin naturally molded to my palm. Rolling my wrist, the hard nub of her tip pressed against my hand.
Part of me couldn’t help but wonder why Mr. and Mrs. Possible would even own a DVD like this. It wasn’t so blunt as to be vulgar, nothing below the belt being shown. But the moans and actions were anything but wholesome, no matter how the movie tried to hide behind soft music and tinted lenses.
My hand shifted and I pinched her puckered her nub. Her eyes closed, and her head tilted back. the picture was a beautiful one. Enough that I couldn’t help but feel true in my decision. Who knew when Ann would wake up? Who knew when we’d get another chance? I had no idea why Ann was so tired tonight, but I was prepared to use every second.
Kim’s pants were thin. Enough that even through my boxers and pants, I could feel her soft cheeks settle against my erection in the best of ways. Shifting my hips, I braced the stiff flesh against her butt and repeated the motion multiple times Kim didn’t offer any penalty. Though I could feel her heartbeat start to quicken.
I know it was probably a bad idea to go this far with her mom so close. But, it was the first time that part of me had gotten any attention, other than my own hand, in a week. Normally I was lucky if I got to touch her, never mind getting her to touch me. And while that wouldn’t seem like a long time before this all started, for me now, it was a life time.
Unfortunately, at that same moment, the gentle sound of Ann’s slumber was interrupted by the sound of a sudden cough. Both of us frozen. We were helpless but to watch in muted horror as the long lashes framing her blue eyes fluttered open and turned in our direction.
Pleasure forgotten, I dropped Kim’s breast and she hopped quickly off my ridged dick. She quickly tried to comb the disturbed hairs out of her face and eliminate the bright color in her cheeks. But there was only so much that could be done in that single moment. Her eyes were wide and afraid. A stark contrast to the expression I’d just been admiring. And I could only feel responsible.
Throbbing under the blanket, I watched Ann’s eyes scan the room, settling on the, thankfully, black screen. She seemed slow and struggling to fully wake up. But when her eye settled on the two of us, they lit up, and her eyebrows narrowed.
Innocent as we tried to seem, waking up to two flustered teenagers staring at you was bound to raise a few questions. Unfortunately, getting to feel up my girlfriend, I wasn’t really thinking about what would happen afterword.
She looked between us, no doubt picking up on all the little clues of our affair. But she didn’t yell. Instead, standing up, she just sighed and shook her head. “I think its past Ronald’s Curfew.” And Kim, still staring up in fear, just nodded her head. I did the same.
Kim stared shame faced down into her lap. With her mother’s disapproving gaze, she acted like it was the ultimate dishonor. And I could see why. Out of all of Kim’s problems, her parents had rarely been one of them. She was a smart, responsible, honest young woman. So things like being grounded or even berated was an entirely new experience, and one she didn’t enjoy. Feeling less guilty for being caught, and more about causing problem’s for Kim, I too hung my head. Cursing myself for my own lack of control.
“Would it be okay if I walked Ron out?” she asked, her voice small. I looked at her, confused. Ann’s lips tightened into a line. But standing there, the exhaustion that had taken her out in the first place still seemed to hang off her shoulders. Eyes dropping she nodded her head. The older woman finally moved to walk out the room. But not before sparing her daughter one last warning.
“Dear? Please fix your bra first.” And both of us turned to look at her left breast that had slipped free in our activity.
Kim’s face burned as she mumbled, “Thanks, Mom…”
Walking out of the Possible home, I turned to smile at my girlfriend, feigning confidence as best as I could. Her features were pensive and withdrawn. As she turned to face me, I couldn’t escape the sinking sensation swallowing my stomach. “KP?” I asked nervously, “you okay?” And scratching the back of my head, my throat became dry as her eyes finally rose to meat mine. But instead of reassuring me like I had hoped, all I could feel was dread.
“Ron,” she started, her mouth remaining open as if to continue. Expect she didn’t, and instead seemed to become frozen under her own words as she struggled to say whatever it was she wanted. Finally, unused to her current demeanor, Kim was forced to glance away, fear in her eyes.
As the silence continued, the agitation in my heart grew with it. And taking a quick glace back to my face Kim seemed to be able to see it. Taking only a moment more, she finally forced her features into a stern expression. I found myself unsure if I wanted to hear what caused Kim to become so fretful.
“We… we need to talk.” And with those four simple words, in that moment I felt all my fears come to life.
“Um, kay,” I managed, trying to reassure myself. But as she sighed, a look of fatigue flashing across her face, I couldn’t hold back the surge of panic that had me seriously considering if I could out run this entire conversation. I mean, she can’t break up with me if she can’t catch me, right? But before I could so much a shift a foot her hand lifted to my arm and I knew I was stuck, frozen under a pair of green eyes and a flicking porch light.
“Kay,” she mimicked, another tired sigh falling from her lips. “Don’t be mad, please, don’t be mad, but… would you be okay… if we stopped trying to sneak around my mom?” Staring right at me, her eyes seemed to implore me to understand. And yet, so caught off guard by her question I was too confused to feel anything but. All I managed to respond with was a quick and feeble, “huh?”
Taking a quick breath, Kim seemed totally freaked as her hand on my arm tightened. It was only at this point that I was able to recognize the familiar tinge of panic in her eyes as well as mine. “It’s just, it’s so frustrating!” she exclaimed, as if rushed to voice her explanation. “With my mom always breathing down our necks every second, and always worrying if she catches us and tells dad. And who knows what he’s going to be like if he ever finds out… I just think maybe if we put a little space between us things will calm down. At least, I hope so.”
Turning to look at me, I could once again see the fear inside them. Except, this time I understood why.
“But, if you really want to keep trying,” she once again rushed, “I’m pretty sure we can find a way around her if we really need to. Not like she can be everywhere at once right?” and giving a small laugh I could tell it was false. And yet even so Kim continued to smile, all for my sake.
Swallowing nervously, the pure fear that had filled me just moments ago was replaced with an overwhelming sense of disappointment. Though I made sure to disguise it. In all honesty, the small flirtatious glances and lingering touches had been all that kept me going this past week. And yet, looking into Kim’s big green eyes, I knew it wouldn’t be right to force Kim to continue something that seemed to cause her so much distress. That is to say, it doesn’t make what’s about to happen anymore painless. No ser.
“KP,” I grinned my best Stoppable grin and stared as reassuringly into her eyes. “It’s fine, seriously.” And seeing expression shift to hint hope, I knew my decision was right.
“You sure?” she questioned with earnest, a single red eyebrow raised in suspicion. “I- I just, with your last girlfriend and all…” she paused, as if user how to continue. Finally, she sighed, her free hand raising to meet her arm across her body in a show of comfort. “I just don’t want you to be upset,” she finally settled, grimacing at her own words.
Staling for only a moment, I forced my smile to remain where it was. Of course I was disappointed… but it’s not like I can just tell her that. What am I supposed to do, say no? Whether she knew it or not, Kim was kind of backing me into a corner.
With a small mental sigh, I shook those thoughts away and forced my attention back on Kim. “Come on KP, we’ve known each other our entire lives. We don’t need to fool around to feel close. Seriously, it’s cool. I’m… cool if you want to wait.” Each lie fell from my lips tasting like ash, curdling my tongue as I forced them into the air. I wasn’t happy, I didn’t want to stop. And now that the panic of Kim leaving me was gone, all I could feel was a slow and steady dread crawling from my belly out to the rest of me. But even still, as I watched Kim’s expression shift, the corner of her lips curling up to a smile, I found them just a bit easier to swallow.
I guess really, a year and a half wasn’t so long… and besides, we had our whole lives to enjoy that each other. Why rush? Yea… thinking about it, this really was for the best. And giving myself a smile, I believed it.
Shuffling my feet for a second, I looked back at Kim and felt the silence grow weary. With nothing else to say, I shrugged my shoulder, and answered her inquiring gaze with small wave. “So… goodnight then, I guess,” I offered, more than a little awkward. Usually after the end of one of Kim’s study sessions we would take the time of our good bye to exploit a few moments of pleasure. This was the one time Ann gave us without breathing down our necks. I guess she trusted me not to violate her daughter right on their front step. Regardless, with that routine now ending, I did the only thing I could think of to part this strange silence and held out my hand.
Glancing down at my offered appendage, Kim’s brow curled in confusion. Then, finally understanding what I was doing, her features bloomed into a bright grin, a small bubble of laughter escaping between bared teeth.
“Ron,” she stressed giving me a small shoved. Then, pulling me close I found myself unsure as she drew herself against me, both hands resting on my chest. “Just because we can’t do other things doesn’t mean you can’t still kiss me,” and drawing a bright smile, my own lips curled to match her expression.
Maybe things really won’t be that bad…
Leaning in, I felt Kim’s soft form conform against my own stirring my pants as her face drifted ever so close. As her lips finally landed on mine, I couldn’t help but smile into them. Sex or no sex, the fact of the matter is that I’m still here, kissing Kim possible. And that’s a good day. Knowing this, I couldn’t stop myself leaning into her lips, deepening it.
Slipping from my arm, I found my eyes widening in surprise to find Kim, eyes open and grinning as she stared back. It took me a moment, my nerves still frayed from having her removed so abruptly, but eventually I realized that that had been the kiss.
Blinking away my disappointment, I gave the girl before me an uneven smile trying and failing to disguise my emotions. The Kiss had been nice. Brief, but nice. And if I were to be honest it had stirred my pleasure starved loins more than I care to admit. Hiding this, I simply sighed, taking a step back and smiling at my girlfriend.
Grinning back, Kim’s eyes were alight with joy. I knew she was happy. Right now she had the best of both worlds, at least to her. I was still her boyfriend, Ann was happy, I claimed to be happy and all the stress of sneaking around would now end. She had every reason to be happy. And I was happy for her. At least… I’m trying to be.
Beginning to turn away and head off I gave a short laugh at my earlier panic. I mean, come on. Like Kim would break up with me.
Hearing my amusement, Kim raised a single eyebrow before giving me a small grin. “What’s so funny,” she asked. And turning back, my eyes were wide as I grinned, unsure how to put this.
“Ah, ha-ha, nothing I just ah, I guess I’m just really relieved.” And hearing this, Kim’s other eyebrow raised in a show of surprise. “No, really,” I grinned. “I just… I guess I just kinda thought you were taking me out to… break up. Stupid, I know.” And looking back up to her face, I gave a small laugh at how silly it sounded.
“….no kidding, geez Ron,” and giving me cheeky smile, the red head stretched out her finger to flick me across my nose. “Afraid you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” And both of us laughing, she gave me one last nod before she disappeared back into her house.
And turning around to head home, my own lips remained wide and happy. Because when she answered, there was no hesitation. Nope, I absolutely didn’t hear her pause. She didn’t pause, and her smile had been beautiful as always. Not forced, no way. Perfectly natural and happy. It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen. It didn’t. And because it didn’t happen, I continued to smile. Smile, and look forward to tomorrow when I would get to see my beautiful girlfriend once again. Because Kim was my girlfriend. She was my girlfriend and we were happy. And that’s how things were going to stay. Yes sir, life can’t get any better…
This was everything I’d dreamed of. Right?
A/N: I understand that this isn’t the normal type of format you’ve all enjoyed up to this point. But one of the biggest reasons I put this story on hold was the sheer size of the chapters I was posting. So it’s my hope that with the freedom of smaller updates, I will be able to release a steady stream of content without a year hiatus. However, this means that some of the chapters may not have the amount of adult material many of you come to my stories for. But I’ve received enough positive response complimenting the story that feel there will be enough content to satisfy. That being said, if you are only interested in sex please look for the (*) that I will be placing besides chapters lacking adult material. I will go back and state this in earlier chapters for first time readers.
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