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Ron's toys	By : sandman-nobody Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 93308 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: i do not own Kim Possible nor am i gaining any form of money/payment for this fanfiction

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Tag(s): Dream-Sex, Fingering, Incest, Lesbian, Handjob.
Girl(s): Kim/Ann
Toy(s): N/A.
Word count: 7067
Chapter 6 - The Best-Laid Plans of Mole Rats and Men
The smell of wildflowers and mint washed over me, creating a type of calmness that soothed the soul and washed away everything else in the world. So it came as no surprise that these two smells were the same I most attributed to the two women I loved most in life.
Opening my eyes, I felt better than I had in days. My muscles felt relaxed to the point of jelly. The bed beneath my back was as soft as clouds. This only made the sight of Ann and Kim on each of my shoulders that much more welcoming. Eyes closed, their expressions were calm and serine, much like my own. And blissfully, a small smile curled their lips painting an almost angelic picture.
For the life of me, I couldn’t remember how this turn of events had occurred. But at the same time, I couldn’t find it in me to care.
They both seemed to wake up at once. My smile widened as Kim and Ann stirred around me. Their long eye lashes fluttering, the motions of their heads nuzzling against me. The pair’s hair was as soft as I remembered, so similar in the bright fiery tone that attracted me in the first place. Each of their hands pressed against my chest as they lifted to sit up. Off the bed their chests came into view, and I couldn’t help but take note of their lack of clothing.
A pale, sheer, toga like material wrapped around both their bodies. Tight enough to show off the curves of their breasts and hips, it still held a looseness that belied a strong enough breeze could pool the material around their feet. They might as well have been nude.
Blue eyes met green. Each holding an impish grin, the two rose even further until their knees precariously balanced on the uneven surface of the bed. Above me they turned their eyes on my relaxed form before moving to reach for each other. Their braless chest pressing against one another and molding to flat against their chest.
Together, mother and daughter, the two held each other in a loving embrace. In any other situation, or attire, I couldn’t help but think this a tender scene. But right then, the light rosy color of their nipples intermingling, I could feel my arousal flush through my body, rising my member to its full height.
For the first time, I realized I myself was completely naked. The pounding in my chest matching its steady throbbing. Even if I wanted to touch myself, I couldn’t seem to find the strength to so much as wiggle a finger. The same boneless comfort I’d welcomed now kept me frozen to do anything but watch.
Up and down, I found my eyes running along the lines of their bodies. Their hands rested on each other’s hips. Loose and relaxed. After a few moments of their hug, Ann was the first to shift and raised her hand to cress the pale expanse of her daughters back. Kim answered by pressed herself against her mother with a content smile.
It was strange they hadn’t said anything up to this point. But I wasn’t paying attention to that. Instead, I was frozen on my feather bed watching the development of this incredible impossibility.
Ann’s motions were slow and graceful. Tracing the bumps and grooves of Kim’s spine, long surgical fingers teased the nape of her neck before pressing into the long mane of her hair. In an action that was surprisingly maternal, she seemed to pet the teen hero, caressing the back of her scalp. Kim moved to reciprocate the motion.
Chin resting on Ann’s shoulder, her hands moved to the small of her mother’s back. From there, her eyes slipped to meet my own before swallowing the final journey to cup her mother’s rear. In the see-through curtain hanging off her hips, I could clearly see its pale color and shape. As well as the small indentations as Kim’s fingers squeezed the tender curves.
“Ron,” Kim spoke. The first word I’d heard since waking in this strange reality. And never had my name sounded so desirable.
Kim’s tone was soft, breathless. More of a low moan than actual words. I wanted to hear it more. I needed to hear her even if just for one more time. But she didn’t. Turning her attention back to her mother, her head pulled back enough so their eyes could meet one more time. As if the situation could grow any more out of control, the two red heads remained like this for the longest of seconds, before swallowing the final distance between them to press their lips together.
A mother’s kiss is innocent, caring, and not at all what I was seeing right now. Unlike their hug that started so simply, the two women in front of me didn’t hesitate to show the passion that brought them together, pressing their lips in hard, aggressive motions.
Soft mewling could be heard from the both of them. The wet suction of their mouths permeated this odd world. Not so wanton as to become perverse, the two of them were not shy in their affection. And openly welcomed each other tongue to explore the others mouth.
While Ann was just as enthusiastic, it was her daughter that seemed to dominate the embrace, her lips sucking and pulling at the older woman’s mouth. I watch the pink shade of her lips move and mingle against each other even as Kim seemed to be trying to taste the back of her mother’s throat.
As the tone of their affection changed, so did their bodies. Soft and beautiful at first, very quickly they looked to transform. Pale skin flushing bright red. Breasts swelling with pleasure. Nipples pushing through the thin dresses. Almost too quickly their bodies seemed to bloom with sexual awakening. The obvious ache of unsatisfied arousal as thick in the air as another being.
I shouldn’t being enjoying this as much as I did. They were mother and daughter after all. What kind of sicko was I to want to see something like this? But my throbbing erection disagreed wholeheartedly.
“Ron.” It was Ann this time. And just as sinfully enticing. Tiling her head, her tongue pulled deep from her daughters open lips. One blue eyes stared into my own, almost making sure I was watching before her fingers drew from her daughter’s long hair and between their pressed bodies.
I felt my pulse quicken, the entirety of my focus on the five fingers brushing between her daughter’s breasts. Lingering for a moment, the loving mother took the time to trace a small circle around each of their tips earning an appreciative grin from her child.
She continued downward toward the spaced between Kim’s legs. Kneeling on the bed next to me, they were already spread for support. But feeling the direction her mother intended, the teen widened her thighs even further, tilting her head back when the long appendages finally pressed through the tangle of red hairs. Ann’s lips curled into a coy grin. And she opened her eyes long enough to watch her daughter gasp at the sudden intrusion of her fingers.
No longer kissing each other, Ann took the time to place small, intimate kisses along Kim’s neck and collar. Turned up towards the heavens, Kim seemed perfectly satisfied to allow her mother free rein on her young body. Mouth hanging open, the sound of her breathing increased with the steady pumping of her mother’s wrist. And very soon whatever space we were in was filled with the heavy, musk lined scent of her arousal.
Despite being untouched up until this point, I very quickly found my own breathing grow hoarse. The pressure in my loins was almost painful at this point making the heaven I’d stumbled into its own kind of sweet hell. I could feel my balls starting to tighten, hugging close to my body.
It was my night with Shego all over again. Helpless and at the total mercy of the devilish creatures. Maybe I should be glad that they were both ignoring me. Because I was fairly confident even the smallest of brushes would push me over that edge.
Unlike myself, Kim was receiving more than enough attention. Already the long moans had turned to short quick gasps. Ann’s pace had equally intensified as her hand quickly pistoned in and out from the teenager’s dripping sex. The act of pleasuring her daughter must have been just as exciting as watching because much like her daughter, thin strings of liquid arousal ran down her thighs, glittering in the ethereal light that illumined the three of us.
Her eyes were dark with arousal, and stared at her daughter’s closed expression with a strange kind of pleasure. Enough that, when Kim’s chest finally froze and her hips started to buck against her hand, the small trickle that had leaked from her mature mound flushed with renewed wetness as well as a breath stealing shudder that wracked her frame. The two of them came at once, holding each other painfully close as their skin ignited with warmth and pleasure.
I watched the show with a mesmerized expression. Once again I was stricken with the taboo of it all. Kim already looked so much like her mother. Beautiful petit features and her fiery mane of hair. Seeing them nude together. And so close to one another just made this hit home that much more.
The air was ripe with both of them now. Coming down from their pleasure, Kim was the one to take the initiative this time and openly squeezed her mother’s full breasts. Breathlessly, I wondered if they were possibly preparing for round two. When instead their closed eyes opened, and turned to mine.
“Ron,” their voices cooed, speaking in unison. In the same sex riddled tone that only made more arousing by their now flushed appearance. Both of their hair had become mussed and frayed in their release. And now as they stared at me, they looked every bit the well fucked pair they were.
Truth be told, I was a little startled having them address me so openly. Up until now it been quick glances and lingering smiles. Now they were giving me their full attention. It was both arousing, and terrifying. And as if knowing what I wanted, they reached down, wrapping both of their hands around my length and began to stroke it with tender abandon. I could only groan, listening to the flighty giggles as they began to work my tender flesh like an aching muscle.
With what hands weren’t on my crotch, the women above me kept busy running them up and down the skin of my chest and arms. And of course, every so often, I would look to see either Kim or Ann’s hands take a small adventure to each other’s bodies, brushing against their softness in gentle pleasure. It was watching this, as Kim’s hand lifted to cup her mother’s more generous bust, a single finger brushing against the older woman’s flushed nipple that I felt myself begin to become undone.
Breathing fast the wonderful image before me began to blur before my very eyes. It felt so good, but the better it became the harder it was to focus on the beautiful sight before me. As much as resisted, my end was coming swift and without mercy. No matter how much I wanted to remain in this near paradise, I knew it was coming to a finish. And finally, in an explosion of color and pleasure, I felt myself come undone, ripping me from the bed of feathers and into a word of darkness.
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I woke up with a gasp. My world was spinning as I was ripped from sleep. I tried to make sense of what was happening, nearly falling out of my bed as I scrambled. After a few seconds I finally calmed down enough to recognize my own room and bed.
Light streamed from the nearby window and into my eyes. Next to my bed, the steady purring of a mole rat fast asleep sounded from my nightstand table. It was still early enough to catch another hour or two before school. Unfortunately, turning on my side, I also recognized the warm and seeping sensation of cum staining the inside of my boxers.
Falling back onto my pillow I sighed in displeasure. I’d like to say this was a rare occurrence, but unfortunately it’s become somewhat of a morning ritual since my enforced celibacy. Despite relieving myself twice the other night before bed, it seems I still hadn’t satisfied whatever urge that brought about these ruminating reactions.
Closing my eyes I recalled enough of my dream to feel embarrassed. As if my obsession with the mother and daughter wasn’t bad enough, now I was even making them perform together in my perverted fantasies. Just the thought of them finding out about my attraction to Ann sent a shiver up my spine. Which only made my freshly risen erection that much more confusion. Not to mention uncomfortable.
Just taking a moment to breath I forced myself to let the image go. No matter what my penis tried to tell me, fantasizing about a mother fondling her daughter was wrong. Nothing good can come of it.
I decided it was time for me to stop brooding and start the day. It didn’t look like I was getting back to sleep anyways. Not with the circus tent in my pants. Besides, it would probably be a good idea to grab another shower before school. A cold one at that.
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Walking to the Possible home I was in somewhat of a better mood. I knew Kim was waiting for me, as well as warm meal courtesy of Middleton’s second best cook. It might be a little awkward at first, after last night. Not to mention looking Ann in the face. More than anything else her heavy expression as she brought her daughter to climax seemed painted on the back of my eye lids. But I was trying to stay positive. Worst case scenario, I avoid looking at them for a bit. Anything to keep my pants loose.
It wasn’t my best plan, but I was all I got. Trying to keep my upbeat mood, I could feel my Ron-shine dim compared to its usual brilliance. The knowledge that I was dating the most beautiful girl in the world, yet unable to do anything about it, sapped my energy like a black hole. Usually I had no trouble staying positive. But I was exhausted, and horny. Despite even a third release in my morning shower. Regardless, I raised my hand and knocked three times against Kim’s front door. I forced my lips to smile even if it hurt.
A few seconds later the sound of footsteps could be heard on the other side. Kim opened the door, her smile as radiant as ever. It seemed my false joy wasn’t as believable as I’d thought. Almost immediately my girlfriend’s good mood dropped. Her face twisted with worry.
“Ron?” she asked, “everything okay?” Grabbing hold of my hand she pulled me over the threshold, closing the door behind me.
I replied as best I could in my up-beet tone, “all good KP.” I rubbed the back of her knuckles with my thumb enjoying the soft texture. She didn’t look convinced. “Really,” I swore, trying to penetrate those disbelieving eyes. “I just… had a little trouble sleeping last night.” Saying this, I couldn’t stop a bit of my exhaustion from leaking through.
“Bad dreams?” Kim slide her body close to mine in a comforting hug. At the same time I looked up just as Ann happened to be passing through the room. Part me tensed, half expecting some of the anger we seemed to have avoided the other night. But she walked right past us, not even bothering to raise an eye brow at our closeness.
Her hand raised in a halfhearted wave as she passed us towards the kitchen. Without meaning I found my eyes following after her, locked on the obscured vision of rear hidden behind her fluffy pink robe. My breath deepened.
“The worst.” I just wish I sounded like it.
After a small peck on the cheek and another comforting squeeze Kim led me to the kitchen where my plate was already set along with the rest of the families. My heart warmed a bit at the image. Even better, it was already filled with Ann delicious cooking. Unfortunately, the perfect image was shattered at the sound of something even more irritating than my own imagination.
“Hello Ronald,” James Possible greeted me from behind his signature morning paper. And despite my overwhelming desire to punch him in the face, instead I smiled, returning his welcome and sat myself next to his daughter. Like the good boyfriend I was.
My stomach soured, and I stared at the plate so caringly placed for me with a small amount of guilt. Out of my pocket, Rufus peeked out his head at the smell of food and quickly made his way onto the table. He took one look at the pile of pancakes and eggs before his beady little eyes were glistening at me for approval. A gave him a small smile before nodding, happy that someone still had their appetite.
The sound of excited chittering earned a small glance from the older Possible. A single eye curled at the sight of my best friend on the table. But he didn’t say a word. Sighing once, he returned to his paper shaking his head in a condescending manor. My fist tightened underneath the table.
As much as I found myself disliking James, I was met with an equal amount of unease at the prospect. It’s not like I wanted to hate him. I’ve always seen Mr. P as a good guy. He’s nice, has a good family, a beautiful wife, and never really complained about my being there. At least not too much. Hell, more often than not I even found myself hoping I’d be like him one day.
At least until I learned he was a gigantic, arrogant ass.
James loves his children, Kim especially. The way he dotes on her is enough to make him the poster of overprotective fathers. If it wasn’t for him, I’m sure Kim would have ended up with three times the number of boyfriends that she’s had. Suffice to say, I hadn’t been looking forward to telling him I was dating his daughter.
Five days ago, walking to the Possible home I had been expecting the worst. As much as I’d hated seeing Kim with other men, I was always able to take a small amount of solace from the simple interactions between them and James. Even the coolest of them had to sweat under his glare. And now it was my turn. But at least I knew what to expect.
James always followed a kind of pattern. Surprisingly theatrical for a man of science. Walking through the door, he would be waiting for me looking as stern as possible. Kim would introduce me. I’d shake his hand and wince as soon as his surprisingly strong grip crushed my own. I would say something along the lines of, “Hello, sir.” Or, “It’s great to finally meet you.” And he would stare at me, not saying anything, not so much as blinking until I looked away. He’d then stand up, walk over to me, and, in his most intimidating voice say, “why don’t we talk for a minute in the garage?” Now, I’ve never seen any of the boyfriends refuse, but I don’t think I want to know what would happen if they tried.
Next came the part I was actually afraid of. The few times I got to witness this so called trial, no one but James and whatever boy was unlucky enough to go into the garage knew what happened next. Not one of them has yet to say anything to Kim or anyone else. But each time I remember the hollow fear in each of their eyes after they came back.
Call me a sadist, but part of me had actually been excited for the chance to finally have my turn. I guess part of me was waiting for our relationship to really begin. But on that night, he hadn’t been sitting in his chair. There had been no introduction. And most importantly, there had been no invitation into the garage.
He’d hardly even glanced up from his football game. Prick.
The first few hours I’d been happy, relieved even. I’d though he had approved of me. Or at the very least trusted that I wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt his daughter. Just goes to show how stupid I really am. It took me longer than I’ll admit to realize the truth. That he didn’t approve, that he wasn’t happy. He just didn’t care. Because to him, even now, I wasn’t a threat.
Ron Stoppable, the goofball, the clown, the distraction, dating his Kim? Surly not. I could almost see the laughter in his eyes at the very idea. The same laughter I now saw every time I walked through that door.
Oh, how I wanted to let it all out when I’d discovered his little secret. That his perfect daughter had already been defiled. That I was the one he should have been worried about all along. But I didn’t, and even worse, I couldn’t even be smug about it. Laughing in silence about his naivety. Not while I was stuck jacking it every night. Not while Ann had me under her thumb.
“Ron,” Kim spoke. Turning my head my eyes from the wall of paper, I looked to see her staring at me curiously. The barest hints of fear in her eyes. I hadn’t realized until now how tight a line my mouth had become. Or how hard my stare must have gotten. Boy is this not my day.
I panicked, not sure what to say. The silence between us just seemed to grow louder until I finally exclaimed, “Just… seeing if I can read the paper from here!” I smiled, sweat building on my neck. Kim lost the hesitant expression, but in its place was a new found confusion. Like most instances where I find my foot in my mouth, I can only shove it down even further. “Haven’t had an eye exam in a while. Just wanted to make sure the ol’ peepers still have it in em’!”
Gotta love that taste…
Kim stared at me for another moment, seeming unsure if she should laugh or not. In the end, she simply settled on an awkward smile. Before slowly drifting off to her own plate. I did the same, mentally kicking myself. Feeling an itch at the corner of my brain, I looked up only to find James’ eyes peering over his paper. They didn’t seem to express any particular expression. But just the same I could once again feel the same vibration of mocking come off the man.
Raising a single eyebrow, he flicked the pages once before disappearing once again. ‘Yea? Well screw you too. I banged your wife.’ The thought came out of nowhere, and I immediately flushed at my own temper. Never the less, picking up my fork, I couldn’t deny the small satisfaction it brought me.
As if summoned by my thoughts, I quickly had to look away as Ann strolled back into the room, still clad in her pink fluffy robe. Guess she didn’t have to be in to work until later.
Instead of taking a seat at the table the older woman approached me. “Good morning Ron,” she greeted. Her voice was thick with sleep. In quick succession she refilled all of the glasses at the table. It seems she didn’t see my face turned in the direct opposite direction. I hummed in response.
Turning away, she moved to check the food still cooking on the stove, having no idea the panic her mere presence inspired. But that’s okay. Because I can do this. I can make it. I can be a good boyfriend. Yes, I can-.
‘Crash!’ “Oh shoot!”
At the sound of broken glass, everyone in the room turned to see Ann standing over the shattered remains of her coffee mug. “I’m okay,” she quickly announced, calming the look of worry on many of her family’s faces. “No one move. There’s glass. Just let me clean it up.” Stepping carefully away from the mess, the mother reached for a napkin from the table.
“Need help?” Kim offered kindly. Despite Ann’s reassurance, her daughter still seemed nervous. In fact, so did a lot of the Possible clan.
“No, please, finish eating. I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. I just can’t seem to wake up…” And as she shook her head, I took the chance to and glanced at her, finally seeing the dark circles under her eyes for the very first time.
So caught off guard, I completely forgot my early pledge and found myself openly staring at the older woman. No wonder the family seemed so concerned. She looked like she got even less sleep than I did.
“Hon,” James spoke, his paper forgotten on the table. “Maybe you should lay back down. Take the day off. I’ll get the boys ready, don’t worry.” Running a hand through her hair, the mother nodded, but didn’t seem happy about it.
“Honestly,” she frowned. “It’s just a cold. I promise.” She paused, leaning against the counter, while she rested her eyes. “Though… I suppose a day or two of rest couldn’t hurt. I’ll call the hospital.”
Raising his mug, James gave his wife a small wink before taking a sip. “There’s my girl.” Ann just smiled and rolled her eyes. Watching the exchange, I was glad to hear Ann was taking a break. In all the years I’ve known the family, I’ve never seen her sick. Shrugging my shoulder, I put the issue out of mind.
It was the sound of glass on linoleum that caught my attention.
I’d thought Mrs. Possible would be returning to bed immediately to rest. Instead, she chose to quickly pick up the mess she had made.
Crouched on the floor she stared intently at the sharp blades of ceramic that had once been a cup. Bent low, she collected the mess in a napkin cradled carefully in her left hand. Unfortunately for both of us, this gave me the perfect view down her robe.
With both hands busy, she had nothing to hold the top of her robe closed. The weight of her braless chest pressed against the flaps, forcing the flimsy material to part and reveal the night gown beneath. As well as its plunging neck line.
It wasn’t the transparent fabric of my dreams, obviously. It looked to be made for comfort rather than sensuality. In fact, even if she were to go without her robe, she could mostly manage without many strange looks. It was only in this position, leaned over and lined up in a way that almost completely exposed the top of her mature mounds that her old sleepwear turned erotic
I knew I should move. Out of respect if not for anything else. Not to mention she’d just caught me the other night in the same position as with her daughter. Unfortunately, Ann was too focused on not cutting her fingers to see me this time around. And while I was still adamantly doing my best to be a good boyfriend, the unrestricted peek was too much to resist. With a hesitant breath, I savored the small opportunity.
As the last shard fell into the napkin Ann sighed, pulling herself to her feet. My face immediately turned away towards my plate. “All right everyone,” she waved to the room, dumping her stash of glass into a nearby bin. “Have a nice day.” And instead of watching her rear sway out of the room, I forced my eyes to stay where they were, the image of her cleavage still fresh and exciting in my mind.
I felt every muscle in my body relax as soon as the mother left the room. I hadn’t even known they were clenched.
Leaning back into my seat, I suddenly became aware of another’s eyes on me. Forced to turn to my right, my own orbs widened, cheeks burning, as I found Kim’s green pair trained on my face, an expression of shock on her face.
Silent, neither of us offered a word. It was pretty obvious Kim had just caught me staring at her mother’s breasts.
She wasn’t quite sure what to say about it. And even worse, neither did I. Her face was a mask, completely blank except for her wide eyes. My face most likely matched hers, if not a bit more nervous. Between getting caught by my girlfriend’s mother, and being caught by my girlfriend, I knew which I would rather be facing.
The silence slowly began to stretch, interrupted only by the sound of her brother’s forks on plates. She wasn’t openly accusing me in front of her family. That was a bonus. But her eyes just kept on staring, waiting for a response.
“Well, we should probably get going!” I exclaimed, jumping up from the table. Everyone, Kim included, stared at me in confusion. Without giving her a chance to speak, I grabbed the redhead by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. “Come on Kim! Gotta get that education. Best thing in the world, am I right?” I then proceeded to produce a laugh so nervous, even I flinched.
Kim’s eyes narrowed as a bead of sweat rolled down my neck. She searched my face, very much like a cop would a criminal. Finally, after a few seconds, she finally rolled her eyes, keeping one on me as she reached for her bag.
She took a moment to say good bye to her family, kissing her father’s cheek and ruffling her brother’s hair. Walking back to me, her eyes bored into mine, explaining the trouble I was in without words. And hanging my head, all I could do was follow her out the door, fully expecting a long talking to all the way to school.
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“Hey girl!” Monique squealed her familiar greeting upon the sight of us nearing Kim’s locker. Kim returned the sentiment with a quick hug that I knew the dark skinned girl enjoyed too much. Pulling away, she took a moment to glance at me, her excitement dropping significantly. “Hey Ron,” her tone taking the softness of gravel. I didn’t bother answering, knowing as soon as it happened, the girl’s attention would be back on Kim ignoring me completely.
That’s how most interactions between me and Monique had become. I mean, we were never all that close as friends. Any interaction was usually a result of both of us being around Kim than anything else. But ever since the two of us got together, any attempt at civility vanished, replaced with terse and cold greetings. That being said, I don’t really mind. I’d probably be the same if I were in her shoes.
Leaning up against the locker, I watched the two girls talk, Monique especially. It was so obvious when you knew what to look for. The way her eyes shimmered. The exaggerated laugh at all of Kim’s words. The small touches she would steal whenever the opportunity allowed. Monique was about as subtle as an anvil, and Kim had no idea.
Honestly, more than anything I felt bad for the fashion obsessed teen. She faced all the same problems as me, on top of sharing the same gender. Kim hadn’t even considered her in the decision of who she wanted to date. And that had to hurt.
“-n. –on! Ron!”
Blinking, I was torn from my thoughts to find Kim looking back at me, a wry smile on her lips. Her eyes were glittering with laughter. And looking at Monique, hers were the same. As they suddenly laughed, giving each other knowing looks, I found myself blushing under the attention.
I had no doubt Kim had just shared our morning news with her friend. Something I would have preferred to keep quite. In hindsight I knew I should feel relieved that Kim found the situation amusing, rather than insulting or gross. But I still found myself frowning.
She’d been a pretty good sport about me ogling her mother. Keeping a straight face until the end of the drive way, my frayed nerves had just about come undone at the sound of her sudden and uproarious laughter. She’d calmed down enough to speak three blocked later. To quote, I believe her words had run along the line of, “cute,” as well as a poorly veiled threat to tell her mother.
She’d been smirking at the time, so I could only hope she’d been teasing. I wasn’t sure how Ann would react if she knew I looked at her in any kind of sexual way. Though, something told me she wouldn’t be nearly as entertained as her daughter.
“Honestly, I’m deciding to just take it as a compliment,” she turned toward her friend. Monique raised an eyebrow in disbelief, telling me just how differently she would have viewed the situation. “Everyone always tell me how much we look alike. At least I know Ron won’t eb losing interest any time soon.” As if that could have ever happened. “Besides, it’s not like I have to worry about anything actually happening.” She let another stifled laugh.
I wisely decided not to say anything.
Sparing me another glance, the ridge of Kim’s nose was wrinkled under her own grin. And it was a treat to see. Especially after how… iffy things had been lately. They were both still staring at me. Monique with a different kind of sneer. If this was the price to see her happy again, I supposed to could suffer through a bit of mocking.
Resigned to my fate, the sound of the bell ringing saved me from having to respond to the two girl’s teasing.
Kim stepped towards me, a one armed hugs marking her good bye. Casually walking off for my first class, I could sigh and wonder how the day could get any worse than it already had.
Class went on as usual without anything too interesting coming up. Teachers droned on about facts I would probably never need. And eventually I found myself dozing off only to wake up, spend a meager five minutes with Kim only to walk towards another class and desk and fall right back to sleep. Rinse and repeat, my forth class finally came to an end. And with it, lunch.
With a bit more rest under my belt, I was feeling a lot better than this morning. So much better that, as I came upon my girlfriend leaning against her locker, I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her. Despite knowing better.
She wasn’t dressed particularly arousing today. Wrapped in a fit lavender sweater and regular jeans. No doubt a subtle attempt at reinforcing the new ground rules for our relationship. Regardless, Kim couldn’t help but be beautiful.
Maybe I was still half asleep, moving before I could think. Maybe the boredom was finally getting me, making me desperate for any kind of stimulation. Whatever the reason, relaxed and thoughtless as I was in that moment, before I could stop myself, I was moving through the crowds of students only to surprise the red head with a searing kiss.
Turning her head to spot me, Kim’s greeting died on her lips as they were caught by mine. Releasing a startled squeak, her hands immediately rose to press against my chest.
For a long moment, I feared she might push me away. Kim had made her view on public displays of affection very clear from the start of our relationship. But moving my lips against hers for a few seconds, the tightness in her fingers relaxed and I was rewarded with the sensation of her moving to cup the back of my neck.
As new as she was to all this, she couldn’t deny her own body’s response. I just happened to figure out what I needed to do to get those responses. And abused them without care. I had no doubt Kim wanted nothing more than to push me away with a sharp tongued response. But at the moment, that part of her body was a little preoccupied.
Smiling into her lips, I savored their taste, feeing truly relaxed for the first time in a week. Up against her locker, Kim had little space to go as I pressed my body against hers. Thankfully, softly mirroring my actions with her lips, she didn’t seem to mind.
Pulling back, I watched Kim’s eyes flutter open. Her cheeks were a deep red. No doubt a result of our current location. But as a smiled curled the edges of her lips, I knew I wasn’t in too much trouble. Kim’s green orbs stared up at me with surprise. I’m sure she hadn’t been expecting me to attack her out of the blue. But the expression only made the nervous smile on her face that much sweeter.
“Wow,” she breathed, giggling in that way that made her seem more cheerleader than teen hero. “Somebody had a good time in algebra.”
Nodding my head, I couldn’t stop my hand from sliding down to her waist. “Mhmm,” I agreed, earning a small stare of disbelief from my girlfriend. Savoring the expression, I waiting just a moment longer than I needed before continuing, “You’d be amazed what a few hours of sleep can do.” Her disbelief quickly morphed into irritation, though she couldn’t keep it for long. By the time she shoved my shoulder, her smile was already returning
“Ron,” she sighed, but in a way that I knew meant she couldn’t be too surprised.
Curiously, I watched her eyes scan the room, watching the hall around us. Biting her lip, she must have deemed the crowd thin enough to reach up for another kiss. Unfortunately for both of us, it seems she didn’t look close enough.
“Ew,” a whiny voice suddenly broke from the crowd. And leaning back, all the warmth and tingles in my chest went cold.
Kim sighed heavily. “Hello Bonnie.” Turning around we found the bronze teen standing just a few feet away.
Arms crossed, her usual side expression was twisted as though she were staring at something horrific. “Seriously, K,” she shook her head, “I know your desperate, but can you please keep your sideshow of a relationship away from the general public?” Fuming not so silently, Kim’s cheeks turned red as she forced a smile.
“Sorry, B. But if you don’t like it, maybe you should be somewhere else. God knows the entire school has had to watch you and Brick go at it enough times.” And seeing the sneer on her rival’s face, Kim’s smile finally reached her eyes.
“Ohmygod,” she laughed. “Don’t you even try to compare my Brick to… that.” her finger thrust in my direction. In response, I simply stared, a blank expression on my face,
“Nice to you too Bonbon. You look nice today.” I drawled, doing my best to ignore the glaring insult.
She just continued to stare at me, her face curdled like sour milk. “Ew.”
Turning to look at Kim, Bonnie’s face transformed to look worried. “Seriously, K. I’m worried. I mean, if you’re really that lonely, I’m sure that I can I find someone who would be willing to take you. Anyone has to better than cheese boy.” Yep… still standing here. “How about Chase Williams?” Lifting her lips to a smile, she batted her eyelashes innocently.
I knew Chase. Cool guy. Not to mention the best bassoon player from here to Hollywood. But he was also four hundred pounds and had a severe speech impediment. I really wish Bonnie would leave now.
If I had a watch I would look at it and sigh. This wasn’t going to end anytime soon. I mean, I could try and defend myself. But it would probably end up doing more bad than good. And rather than sit there and listen to all the wonderful compliments Bonnie was giving me, I decided to do what I always did when teen witch was on a tear and just shut it out.
With a sigh, the sound of the two women slowly dropped to the background. God I wish I could just tell Bonnie off. I was having the first good moment with Kim in over a week and she just had to ruin it. I can only hope someone, someday, gives her what she deserves.
Leaning against a locker, I turned myself away from the arguing. As bad as they got, I knew there was nothing I really needed to worry about. Bonnie might pretend to be a total airhead for her idiot of a boyfriend, but she knew better than to challenge Kim physically. And as annoying as the brunette could be, Kim hadn’t punched Bonnie yet so…
It was probably just as well anyway. Between my slip up at breakfast and just now, I wasn’t being the good boyfriend that I had promised to be. Might even be karma. I guess the only thing I can do know is try harder. Kim’s the greatest girl in the world and I have to be the guy she wants. It was as I made this promise to myself that I finally noticed the two girls had grown chillingly silent.
Looking up from the floor, I was surprised to see both girls looking at me, each with very different expressions.
Bonnie, with a single eyebrow raised, seemed to be running her eyes up and down my form in a disturbing display. And Kim, eyes piercing and enraged, looked as though I had just slaughtered her favorite cuddle-buddy right in front of her. I was about to ask if everything was alright when…
“Hello, Stoppable-San.”
Well… this wasn’t good.
A/N: Hmm, I don’t usually do cliffhangers. Let me know what you think. Lol.
Okay, so addressing my last Author Note it seems most of you agree that you’re happy to see this updated and that you don’t mind shorter chapters, some of you even preferring it. I’m happy to the transition going so smoothly, and that people still remember this story even existed. This was another strong story episode, sorry if that bothers you. Though, those of you that can read between the lines should be very happy about a certain character. Next chapter will also be very heavily story based. But the next three after that should all have a nice, smutty lemon with toys and a bit of the old Ron for all the naughty boys and girls to enjoy. Look forward to it.
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Next Chapter: January 22
Harem lover 26: Don’t worry buddy, I’ve put a lot of thought into the story and I haven’t forgotten about anybody… probably. Things just need to happen at a certain pace. Thanks for your support and I’m glad to hear your enjoying the story.
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