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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
A/N: Next Chapter you guys. Hopefully you are all enjoying the regular updates. Just enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.
Tag(s): Fondling, Peeping, Showers.
Girl(s): Middleton High Cheerleaders.
Toy(s): Inviso-Belt.
Word Count: 12119
Chapter 8 – Makin’ Me Some Lemonade
I’m standing in front of the Possible home feeling my heart thundering in my chest.
Mom’s boxes had taken up a good chunk of my day. And the rest had been spent just feeling sorry for myself. Considering the limited amount of time I had left, it probably wasn’t the best idea. But truth be told, I couldn’t imagine I was up for much else.
Getting ready this morning had been surprisingly routine. Shower, dress, eat, and say good bye to the folks. I even grabbed my backpack. Like it mattered if I went to school today.
Adjusting the strap, I tried to walk forward for what felt like the hundredth time. I will say a night’s sleep had improved my mood a bit. At least I wasn’t the same kind of crushed as yesterday. But there wasn’t enough rest in the world to ease the painful anxiety that I felt thinking of a way to greet Kim.
She had to be upset. After yesterday there is no way she doesn’t think I was doing something with Yori. Which left me with a choice. Do I correct her, or let her believe I’m running off with another woman? It would be better if Kim hated me, if only for her.
I was weak, I can admit that. I always have been. Even the thought of leaving Kim without telling her why made my heart clench painfully. I had to make a decision. I just didn’t know how.
For good or bad, it seems I’ve stood outside my girlfriend’s house longer than I’d thought. Before I had the chance, my decision to face Kim was taken away from me.
The sound of a door opening forced me from my thoughts. In that slip second, I prayed to any god that would listen for Kim to not be on the other side. But like most disasters in my life, I was alone.
The bright red of Kim’s head emerged from her home. I was sure I was going to be caught. But stopping halfway out the door, Kim turned and yelled into her home. “Feel better mom. I left the tea on the counter. Try and get some sleep, okay?” She turned to close the door after her, but I was already diving head first behind a cluster of garbage cans.
Clang.
I panicked, putting too much momentum into my jump. I couldn’t stop myself from slamming headfirst into the metal bins. The metal rang throughout the quite morning neighborhood. I held my breath, eyes wide with fear. Was there any chance she hadn’t heard that?
“Hello?” her voice called out in a clear tone. Cursing under my breath, I knew I was caught. The only question was if I could make a run for it.
“Who’s out there?” her tone hardened somewhat under this demand. Whatever confidence I had in getting away left with it. “Come out right now!” To my horror the sound of her voice was getting closer. She was walking toward me now, and if I didn’t do something she was going to find me.
I could already hear her footsteps. And even worse, it seems my back pack had completely turned upside down in the fall.
Twisting on reflex, my eyes locked on the pile of notebooks and pencils strewn about the asphalt. How could one guy possibly have this much luck and still be alive? However, the approaching footsteps was a reminder of the universe attempting to correct this oversight.
A glint in the sunlight caught my attention. Upon closer inspection, I was horrified to recognize the silver like surface of the Monkey Mask resting out in the open sun. In fact, everything I’d kept hidden away looked to be scattered around me. My breath froze.
My first thought was that Kim was going to find them, adding even more trouble to life. Then I remembered what these things actually did. Specifically a blue tech veined belt just within arm’s reach partially hidden beneath my history notes.
Time seemed to slow as I wrapped the garment around my waist. Clicking the middle button, the light screen glimmered into place just as the image of my friend broke around the corner. Her green eyes wide and angry enough to pierce through my defenses. Thankfully this was not the case.
They were trained directly on my person. But I saw no sign of recognition. Sat on the cold ground, I didn’t so much as breath as Kim scanned my direction. Finding nothing in the immediate area, her eyes turned toward the street and down each side. After a few moments, her tight expression pinched. And she looked about ready to swear.
Hand on her hips, Kim shook her head while running her fingers through her hair. Rather than annoyed, I was surprised to find Kim’s face closer to disappointed than anything else. Had she known it was me? Regardless, with nothing else to distract her Kim gathered her belongings and started toward school. It was all I could do watch her retreat and not gasp out loud.
I’d managed to hide like the rodent I was, but that didn’t actually solve anything. I was back to where I’d started with nothing to show for it.
Dejected, I figured I should start by collecting the mess on the street. One by one, I was reminded of the small collection I’d gathered over the past month. I guess in my effort to forget about them I’d… forgotten about them. Huh.
Double checking the belt, the sheer fact that I was alive proved it was still doing its job. The sleep pen and mask were also still in one piece, as was the go-phone. For a brief moment, I considered what I was going to do with them. It’s not like I could take them with me. And even if I could, why would I? I shook my head.
All this thinking was making my head hurt. In fact, it seems like I haven’t stopped thinking since I’d met with Yori. I’d give anything for just a normal day with Kim. Especially if this was going to be my last. To just go back when everything was easy.
Halfway through stuffing my note books back in their pocket, the idea came to me.
I was invisible. Who said I had to use these things just for evil? If I wanted, I could just follow her around for the day. No arguments, or questions, or anything. I could have my day with her and just leave. She would still hate me at the end of the day, but a least this way I think I could tolerate it. Just so long as I was able to walk away with a few more memories to cherish.
Standing up, I brushed myself off before looking to see if I’d left anything. I began sneaking after my friend.
Walking along the side walk, her face was turned low as she shuffled along. Worried, I weighed my chances before deciding to jog a few inches closer. Just enough to catch her expression. Blinking for a moment, I found myself shocked.
Deep bags under each eye left evidence of a long night of tossing and turning. To be honest, looking at her now I couldn’t help but compare her to myself the day before. However, what I found that really left my heart stinging were the tell-tale puffy and red lids left evident by most likely multiple bouts of tears.
I felt myself stumble. She’d been crying. Kim Possible had been crying, all because of me…
Feeling my insides wrench, I couldn’t help but think back to Drakken and his little diablo stunt. This girl, this woman, had been through so much. Weapons, villains, traps, you name it, all without even a hint of fear. Yet I was able to affect her this much. It just made me feel that much worse. And it was only going to be worse when I was gone.
The rest of the walk to school was done in utter silence. When the building finally came into view, I felt myself sigh, hopeful to see Kim surrounded by her best of friends.
The hallways were a little tricky, what with the hundreds of teenagers and me needing to avoid them less they stumble under my light field. But the more I thought about Yori’s words, the more I realized she was right about my growing abilities.
Not only was I able to stalk Kim the entire way to school, I’d done so walking right beside her without so much as a glance in my direction. Even the hall, that once was claimed as my mortal enemy seemed to have become child’s play as I slipped and dodged past bodies, all just as quiet as a Sunday stroll. By the time we reached Kim’s locker, I was almost smiling, staring down at my thin frame in awe. Why couldn’t I have felt this good all the time?
“Hey girl,” Monique, greeted her friend. Though this time her tone remained quiet, matching her cautious expression. “Any word?”
I watched Kim open her locker, sluggishly stowing her book bag before giving her friend a small shake of her head. Looking towards the floor, she closed the locker softly. “Nope,” she sighed, shaking her head in frustration before scanning the hall for what I could only guess was my face. Failing, she looked back towards her feet before crossing her arms and resting against her locker.
“What the hell is that idiot doing?!” Monique fumed, her eyes wide with furry. “If that nacho eating, mole rat loving, chump even thinks of showing his face, I’m gonna-!”
“Monique!” Kim exclaimed, the smallest hint of grin tugging at her face.
“Sorry,” she deflated some, but still seemed ready punch the nearest instigator, “but you know I love you, girl. How am I supposed to not get worked up when this guy thinks he can do this to you?”
Hearing her friend’s claim, Kim couldn’t help but smile. Quickly it disappeared into an expression of fear. “It’s not just some guy, Mon. Its Ron, and I just want to make sure he’s alright… then you can punch him.”
“Alright?” Monique asked, eyeing her friend like she was crazy, “He’s shaking up with some schoolgirl looking honey, and you want to ask how he’s doin’?”
“It’s not that simple,” Kim swore, a wrinkle forming between her brows. Shaking her head again, she looked away from her friend, absent mindedly chewing on her bottom lip. I could still see her eyes, flickering randomly as her mind churned. Finally, casting her friend an uncertain glace, she spoke her mind.
“You should have seen him, I don’t think I’ve seen him look so… I don’t know, scared!” Eyes wide, she clearly recalled my expression as I stared at her.
“Yea, of you,” Monique explained, “breaking every bone in his body because he spent his entire lunch period snacking on little miss geisha’s face.” I felt my fist clench, aching to punch the dark skinned teen.
“No,” Kim shook her head, confident that this wasn’t the case. “I mean, I don’t think so. He didn’t look guilty or anything. And I’ve seen him fight things way worse than me. It wasn’t the same kind of fear…”
Closing her eyes, Kim rested against the cool wall of metal, exposing just how tiered she really was. “I don’t know Mon, I’m not even mad at this point. Until I have all the answers I’m too worried.” Smiling to herself, I watched a small chuckle shake her frame before leaking from her nose. “Hell, I’d settle for any answer.”
Looking more worried than upset, Monique moved close to the redhead to rest her arm against hers. Looking as though she wanted to say something, the dark skinned teen’s face was stuck, frozen between concern and an open mouth. Finally she just sigh, bending her neck to rest comfortingly against Kim’s head.
“He has to show up some time,” she comforted her friend. In response Kim just leaned into her friend’s warmth, taking the moment calm her raging nerves. “And, you know, you always have that,” she emphasized, hushing her tone. At the mention of whatever it was Kim’s face pinched, looking uncomfortable. She moved away from her friend.
“I’d rather not if I have the chance. You know I hate when I have to.” Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back to Monique and smiled. “I’ll give him another day, after that if he hasn’t shown up and he’s not at home I’ll give Wade a call.
Standing on the side of the two teen’s all I could was look between them, wondering whatever the hell it was they were talking about. Unfortunately, before I had the chance think about it in any depth the school bell rang and Kim was forced to wave to her friend good bye. Casting them both one more glance, I finally gave up chasing after my friend.
XxX
You’d think, considering how much I despise school, that the thought of standing in the corner with nothing to do and no one to talk to would be the epitome of boredom. Well, turns out you’d be wrong.
The only class I had with Kim was our last, with Barkin. And even then we never got to sit close enough to make it mean anything. For once, I had the perfect opportunity to just sit back and watch her. I know, creepy, but honestly it was more enjoyable than you’d think.
Watching her focus on her text book or hurriedly scribble down notes; seeing her raise her hand and answer questions; even just admiring the cute little wrinkle she got on the ridge of her nose whenever she focused, it was all just so incredibly Kim that. for a moment, I even found myself forgetting the circumstance of the day.
If there was an empty desk close by I made myself at home. Otherwise I had to stand, usually between the isles. If there was any hope of my actually listening the lecture, that went out of the window as soon as I remember Kim was in advanced classes. Compared to my remedial, that was quite the bridge.
One thing that always impressed me about Kim was her resilience. Even heart broken, exhausted, and worried about me she still didn’t let her education suffer for it. In fact, seeing her fly through classes, I could actually watch her looking better. Almost. Not great, exactly. But better.
She was happy here, studying, succeeding. It’s what gave her that radiance that made her seem so otherworldly. I couldn’t help but feel it was a comfort to immerse herself and forget about the world for just a few hours.
By the time the final bell rang, she was actually smiling, happily helping one of her classmates work through a physics equation. At least, that’s what I thought it was.
Lunch had been a little tough. Despite her trying to be sneaky, surrounded by the rest of her friends, I could see that she’d been looking for me.
Barkin, of course, had ended up calling my name three times during attendance before outright asking Kim where I’d disappeared to. Kim had only able to shake her head, shrugging under the stares of all our classmates. Those moments, among a few others, were the ones that almost forced me to show myself. Thankfully, my cowardice held through.
All kidding aside, I had to admit that this little venture of mine had actually turned out better than I had expected. There were sad moments, sure. But so long as I didn’t focus on how the day was ending, I found myself actually enjoying myself quite a bit.
It was exactly what I had asked for. One last day with my best friend. Without the goodbye, without the strain of knowing that it was all going to end. It was kept pure this way. Complete and unaltered Kim. And… I was happy. Well, not happy, happy. But satisfied enough to know that Kim would be able to move past this given enough time. And that’s all I could ever want.
All that I was allowed to want.
We were walking down the south side of the school when I realized we were walking in the wrong direction. Looking around, I found myself blinking before recognizing the familiar gymnasium double doors quickly approaching.
I’d forgotten about cheerleading.
Entering the spacious room, the rest of the squad was already there milling about in their own sub-clicks. Kim walked forward, with me behind her, only to find the path blocked by Bonnie standing away from the rest of the group. She stood, arms crossed.
“So where’s the mascot?” she asked snidely. Her eyes narrowed as she seemed to stare Kim down. Responding to the mean girl’s attention, I could see Kim’s shoulder slump, a familiar sign of exhaustion.
“I don’t know Bonnie,” she sighed, waiting for whatever biting comments the tanned cheerleader had saved up. Both of us expected Bonnie to jump at the chance like piranha smelling blood. Instead we found ourselves oddly surprised.
“Yea?” she asked, her tone actually close to gentle. “Well… just let me know if you want him to suffer. I can have every cheerleader on the squad and their boyfriends after his balls in an hour.” She seemed to struggle with the words, like she was unsure how to be nice. But passed the fidgeting and ironic eye rolls both me and Kim could see an actual effort to be kind. We didn’t know how to react.
“Wow…” Kim stuttered. “Ah, thanks… Bonnie.” And hearing the shock in her captain’s voice, Bonnie narrowed her eyes but nonetheless nodded her head.
“Good, I don’t give a shit who it is. No one disrespects Middleton high cheerleaders for some out of country hooch.” Then, with a single flip of her hair Bonnie stalked back to her own little group and assimilated into the conversation as easily as if she were always there. Meanwhile Kim and I could only stare in shock.
Looking over her shoulder, I stared at the brunette in utter disbelief. For as long as I can remember Bonnie had made it her life’s mission to torment Kim for everything she could. Which is why, seeing her not only pass up such an opportunity, but actually try and console Kim was actually universe breaking.
Glancing over at Kim, I wasn’t surprised to see her also staring after the brunette. But with a small smile on her face. I could see she was actually very touched by her rivals offer. Huh, must be a girl thing.
Before I had the opportunity to dwell on the matter, Kim continued to the middle of gym. There she stared up at the bleacher filled mass of fellow cheerleaders. Rather than join her, I made myself home on the opposite end of the gymnasium.
“Okay, girls!” She called, “eyes front.” Slowly the loud hum of conversation petered out as everyone turned their heads to give their attention. Waiting a few seconds, Kim forced a cheerful smile before continuing. “Last week we worked on building strength and conditioning so we can pull off our new cheer. I hope everyone’s had the opportunity to review the new routine I handed out last Thursday!” the group responded positively. “Good work!”
“Marcella,” she turned her attention towards the dark skinned teen seated in the very back, “you’ve been having some trouble keeping up with Tara during your summersaults. Try and work on your arm strength a bit during warm ups from now on, okay?” she asked. In response the girl with the mole just groaned, but nevertheless made sure to nod her head. Kim smiled.
“Great, and… Liz.” Her green orbs focusing on the only other redhead on the squad, “your herkies have improved a lot, but I’ve been noticing your legs shaking during the pyramid. Try and put in some extra squats when you can, okay? The last thing we want are for girls to get hurt.” Rather than be annoyed, Liz smiled sheepishly before nodding her head. Kim smiled back.
“Okay, and… Hope…” moving on to the next member Kim went on to explain her improvement and what she needed to work on. Then the next girl. Then the next. Watching all of this, I just leaned back in my seat with a smile on my face.
I always loved watching her like this, loved seeing her so in control. It was incredible how easily she was able to take command. She was good at it too, I doubted anyone else would be able to gather this much information just by watching their teammates practice. She seemed so powerful and at home.
Blinking, I found myself surprised as I realized I was actually somewhat aroused at the sight. I’ve been so caught up in in the drama and enjoying my last day with Kim, that haven’t been turned on since Yori. And, now that it was here, I found myself enjoying the sight of my girlfriend even more. So much so that, as her evaluation came to an end, I found myself genuinely disappointed.
“Okay girls,” she clapped her hands, “does everyone understand your assignment?” she asked. In response, being the teenagers that they were, she was answered with a wall of low moans making the groups seem more akin to zombies than the people responsible for school spirit. Kim must have agreed. “Let’s see some smiles, ladies!” she called. Marcella flipped her off. “Good! Let’s get started.”
The bleacher full of teens began to empty onto gym floor, their exposed thighs and bared midriff drawing my eyes as I watched them spread around the room. Part of me chastised my reaction, telling myself that I shouldn’t get so excited, and asking myself if I really wanted to spend my last day with Kim ogling other girls. My semi hard length throbbed in my pants as if to answer for me.
Kim, without giving it a second thought, moved to lift her shirt above her head, exposing the school colors emblazed on her uniform. This wasn’t unusual to see, as most cheerleaders chose to simply wear their equipment throughout school rather than go through the hassle of carrying it around and being forced to change. And it being on the colder side of fall, layers just made sense.
In my sudden awareness, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight, allowed to stare without repercussion as the hem of her top got caught in the pull of material, lifting it just enough to expose the bottom of the plain black sports bra she wore underneath. My crotch decided to speak up once more.
“Okay girls, time for warm ups!” Kim called as she pulled the loose material of her cargo pants to her feet. Kicking them away, I watched the back of her skirt fall against the purple spanks hiding her panties.
I could feel my mind turning against me already. This wasn’t the time, nor the place to have a sudden bout of teen-boy libido. But the effect she had me- that she always had on me- was irresistible. I sat up to watch closer.
Some girls were already starting to warm up, twisting their backs and crossing their arms. Others looked prepared to stall until the very last minute before they put in any effort. Regardless, as Kim called, “pare up!” each kind slowly separated until there were groups of girls seated all around the room.
Still looking around I was actually twiddling my thumbs just to give them something to do. I swallowed, nervously, trying to discern the correct course of action.
On one hand, I could argue that standing in the middle of a cheer group was very dangerous and could very easily lead to my discovery. Not to mention I had promised that I wouldn’t let these ‘toys’ or whatever change me or effect my behavior.
I blinked, I couldn’t help but feeling I was forgetting a very important fact.
I was leaving tomorrow, tonight even if Yori actually meant it. By this time tomorrow, I was going to be on the other side of the planet, everything I’ve done, everything that I am, completely erased. Up until know, I’ve only been thinking about the bad things. Mainly thinking of leaving Kim. But what I failed to realize was the great opportunity this had provided.
From now until tonight, whatever I did, even if I was caught, would be rendered null in a matter of hours. Give than kind of power to a man and he was inclined to use it. And was I any different? Perhaps it was about time to see what these toys could really do for me.
Standing up from my bench, I slowly made my way towards the girls, watching for any sudden movement that might accidently put them within the fields range. And as I crept close, I could already feel my pants tighten.
Now, don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I haven’t been with around cheerleaders during practice. I’m the mascot, I kind of have to. But that doesn’t mean I get complete and unfiltered access to all the girls running and stretching. Quite the opposite in fact. Knowing that there is a boy in the room sends these girls on guard, almost like they can’t wait to catch you watching just so they can yell at you in front of the squad. I quickly learned to just keep my eyes forward or closed.
But no one could yell at me now, oh no. I’d like to see them catch me. And man, what I got to see.
Never before was I so thankful for Middleton’s relaxed uniform regulations that allowed for such short skirts and high tops.
The first exercise for the day seemed to be toe touches, something that left my eyes wide with appreciation as round teenage bottoms stuck up all around the room. Being in pairs, as one girl preformed the exercise the other was responsible for counting down the time and correcting positions. Tara, being the closest as I passed by, greeted me ass first as I smiled in her direction.
“27, 26, 25…” Bonnie drawled out in a bored tone. Standing beside the stretching girl she looked about ready to fall asleep. Tara on the other hand had her face pinched tight in concentration as she fought to hold her knees straight position.
Glancing over at Kim, still a few groups away, I rocked back and forth before turning to give the blonde’s butt my full attention. I mean, I can’t spend every second with her…
Smiling to myself, I glanced at the hem of her skirt dangling inches from the middle of her thigh. I smiled mischievously before ducking towards the ground to stare up the skirt.
I felt my dick press against my pants. Honestly, I knew I wasn’t seeing their underwear or anything, but just the act of peering so obviously up these girl’s skirts was enough to get me ridged in my own pants.
Firm and pale, the skin of Tara’s thighs were incredibly smooth. Looking all the way up until they disappeared into her outer garment. Above us, Bonnie was still counting, staring at her nails rather than her partner.
“20, 19…”
“B-Bonnie,” Tara gasped, tension clear in her tone as she struggled to talk and breath in the tight position. Said tanned teen paused in her counting, but not without letting her irritation become clearly know.
“What?” she sighed, dramatically. Tara shuffled, adjusting her footing before panting in short quick breaths.
“I-I don’t think I’m doing this right. C-could you help position me please?”
“You’re doing toe touches,” Bonnie responded sarcastically, “are you touching your toes?” she asked, smiling like Tara was an idiot.
“W-well, yes, but…”
“Then you’re doing it right…” Bonnie cut her off. Tara’s face was turning red from the blood.
“Please!” Tara squealed, “You heard Kim, she says I need to work on my flexibility!”
With a dramatic roll of her eyes, Bonnie went back to staring at her nails. “Fine,” she answered, most likely just to stop her friend from talking. However, she made no move to touch the girl “There, happy?”
Tara paused, “A-Are… are you helping?” she asked, perplexed.
“Duh,” Bonnie bit, “can’t you feel my hand? I’m pressing on your back, see?” Again, she still wasn’t touching her, but was in fact too absorbed in filing her nails to even look at her supposed friend. Obviously feeling nothing, Tara fell into a confused silence.
Now, let me say something about Tara. While she is a fellow blond, and she may seem a bit… childlike at times, she isn’t stupid. Rather, she just has a reputation for being a bit gullible. And she had a bad habit of trusting the wrong types of people, mainly Bonnie. Which is why, seeing her plight, I couldn’t stop the evil thought from forming in my mind.
Glancing around quick, I double checked no one was looking before silently standing and moving to Tara’s side. Bonnie, the great friend that she is, was staring in the complete opposite direction of her friend, happily filing her nails. Everyone else was too absorbed in their own exercise or partner to think about looking up.
With no one looking, I daringly touched the light field allowing my right hand to appear in thin air. “Oh!” Tara squeaked, feeling my hand touch the exposed skin of her waist, “there you are. Thanks Bonnie!” she chirped.
Meanwhile all the other teen could do was shake her head, grinning at what she thought was her friend’s lack of intelligence. “Anytime Tar,” she hummed blowing on her nail. “Now, where was I? Oh, whatever, 60, 59,58…”
With her busy counting and Tara focused on her stretches, I allowed myself a moment to enjoy the heated surface of her skin. Slightly wet with perspiration, I didn’t mind in the least as I grouped the pale surface. Unfortunately for her, having taken an apple, I couldn’t help but crave the orchard. And slowly but surely, my hand began to move.
“Um, Bonnie…” Tara asked slowly. Reaching the waist of her skirt, no doubt she could feel the dramatic change of location.
“What now?” Bonnie bit, “do you want me to lose count again?”
“W-Well no. But… your hand…”
“What about it?” she demanded, “you’re the one who asked for my help. Don’t complain about it.”
“W-Well, I’m not really complaining. It’s just, don’t you think you’re getting a little…”
“Hey! Who’s spent the last twelve years in ballet?” Bonnie demanded.
“You did!” Tara squeaked.
“That’s right. So don’t you think I should know a thing or two about flexibility? Shit, I lost count again. I’m starting over, so don’t interrupt this time, got it?”
“Okay!” Tara swore, “Sorry!” Rather than answer, Bonnie just shook her head. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but feel myself smile.
With the two of them once again busy, I let myself resume my pace letting my hand travel up the round curvature of Tara’s rear. Bent over, she couldn’t have been posed any better if I tried.
Round in all the right places, Tara had all the natural curvature girls craved without being chunky. It was actually the reason a lot of girls didn’t like Tara, jealously and all that. It explains why she had to be friends with Bonnie. I on the other hand didn’t mind in the least. Rather, as my hand moved to cup her left cheek, feeling its soft texture, I found myself very thankful for her incredible body.
Under the natural sway of her body, I could feel her hips moving back and forth, rubbing against my palm. After about thirty seconds, which totaled up to about three minutes, I could see Tara’s thighs starting to shake under the strain.
Remembering their pale color and soft looking texture, I felt my free hand twitch as it moved to go past the veil. Just like the other, it quickly found its home on the inside of Tara’s right thigh just under the hem of her skirt. I felt her rear jump at the suddenness of it. But, just like her friend had commanded, she remained silent, a low whine leaking from her nose as her features twisted into confusion.
I’d been bold up to this point. Hell, I’d say I’ve been down right ballsy. Way more than I should be considering what today was supposed to be about. But as my hand moved upward, I knew I was crossing a line.
While one hand caressed the malleable surface of Tara’s bottom, the other enjoyed the smooth, slightly sweaty skin of her thighs. Up and down, I moved in slow circles that drew me higher with each one. Finally, feeling the slick martial of her spanks brush against my thumb I knew I needed to pull back.
“!” releasing a squeak, Tara’s eyes were wide as she felt what she thought to be her best friend’s hand grouping her bottom and legs. But then, she was a ballet dancer. And for all she knew this could be some kind of exercise they used to… loosen up the glutes. Yea, that makes sense right? Well, for whatever reason she stayed quiet, just like Bonnie requested for all of the sixty seconds her partner counted down.
As soon as Bonnie reach zero I pulled back, retreating back into the safety of the belt. Standing up, Tara’s face was bright red. She stepped away from her friend warily, reaching back to touch the butt cheek I had been fondling. All the while her eyes just watched the other teen with the most confused expression. Bonnie, meanwhile, brushed this behavior aside hardly looked at the girl before she moved to touch her toes, thrusting her dancer’s ass high with little effort.
Meanwhile Tara simply continued to stare, confusedly looking around while she tried to make sense of what had just happened. I chose this moment to make my escape.
I grinned, feeling the powerful addicting rush of this power. It’d been so long since I’d gotten to enjoy it, but it came by like a long lost friend or cool drink of water. And again, as if applauding me my erection throbbed repeatedly to the rhythm of my heart. Well at least someone approves.
If I had any lingering reservations about my newly found moral splurge, they melted away. And I found myself searching for my next opportunity.
Looking around, I stared at the other groups, all having moved on to separate exercises. I looked around trying to find something that could spark my interest.
Across the room I spotted Jessica and Crystal. Lingering, I waited to see what they were doing only to feel my eyes widen with the possibilities. I quickly made my way over.
“Hey! Watch it,” The freckled blond cursed at her partner. Meanwhile, Hope simply stared, waiting for her to stop complaining so they could try again.
Currently, Jessica, the blond, was laying on her back with her knees and elbows both up. Hope, a purple haired girl with obvious African decent was kneeling beside her, both hands under the blonde’s waist trying to help her lift herself off her back.
“Come on,” Hope hollered, crossed “I don’t want to spend all day on warm ups again.” Seeing Jessica roll her eyes the dark skinned teen just sighed. “Are you ready?” Jessica nodded, pinching her lips as she thrust her pelvis into the air, attempting turn her body into a bridge. Crystal offered her help, giving her the rest of the push she needed to get her back into the air.
“Finally,” Hope swore, “now just hold that for thirty seconds and were done, cool?”
Jessica refrained from answering, pinching her face while she tried to keep her stomach tight. And even then, Hope looked to still be holding a fair amount of the girl’s weight for her, if her own tense expression was nothing to go by.
Watching all of this, I neared the two fairly sure that neither was in any position to notice me. Using this to my advantage, I looked at the twisted girl admiring the front of her uniform, forced tight against her heaving breasts.
Moving with all the subtly of a ninja, I carefully pinched the edge of the girl’s skirt. Glancing towards the straining girls, I carefully crept the fabric higher and higher, until the front of her crotch peeked through, presented for me thanks to her wide spread legs and angled pelvis.
Throwing the fabric past her waist the entirety of spanks were revealed as she remained in her position, trembling as she unknowing prostrated herself. I stared at the quivering flesh of her legs lead up to her crotch shown by the dimple peeking out from the strip of purple, two layers of fabric separating me and seeing everything she had to offer.
I looked between the two girls, eyes alight with mischief. Surely neither would notice if the fabric just happened to shift a bit, right? All these awkward angles and stretches, clothing did all kinds of things.
Her whole body shook trying to hold herself up. My hand reached out, hidden between her open legs, and carefully pinch the purple crotch of her spanks. Pulling back, I moved it to the side until the couple of inches of fabric bunched on one side of her pronounced mound. Skin and hair already peeking through.
Her panties were completely visible by this point, surprisingly childish for a girl of her age. Then again, I doubted she expected anyone to actually see them today.
Pure white, the smiling face of Minnie Mouse stared back at me. Her pink bow and cartoonish features a stark contrast in tone to the young woman’s crotch that I sought after. Keeping sure that her spanks didn’t slide back over, I hooked a finger under the fabric and pushed away, the long petals of her inner lips spilling into view.
If there was any chance of getting away with it, I’m sure that I would have taken full advantage of the situation. My sleep pen burning a hole in my pocket. But all too quickly Hope reached zero, encouraging Jessica to flop back down to the padded floor, sweat mixing with her long blond locks. I jumped out of the way just in time.
Without my fingers the crotch of her outfit remained slightly skewed and stretched. No doubt an interesting surprise for whoever’s in front of her when it’s time for splits.
Hope mirrored her exhaustion to a lesser extent, her own breasts heaving as she glared. “And that…” she panted, “is why you are on the bottom of the pyramid,” she insulted, not as much as blinking at the upturned skirt. Jessica was still too busy breathing to respond. Though she did manage to find the strength to lift her middle finger. I gave both girls a silent round of applause for their effort.
Through the rest of warm ups, I stuck close to the right girls at the right time, always appreciative of whatever part of them they were showing off. Bouncing breasts and sculpted rears were plentiful. And none of them seemed to even think of looking out for a lifted skirt here, or a pinch there.
Leg lifts were particularly pleasant, Jessica being the star of the show. But the sound of Kim clapping and calling everyone to attention signaled my time was over. I may be an idiot but even I wasn’t going to stand around them in the middle of their routine.
Back against the wall, I grinned like an idiot marveling at the wonderful experience I’d just had. How many of these girls had shot me down? And how many of them had practically just put on a private show for me, thrusting and twisting and doing all the things that teen boys like me fantasize about in cheer practice.
Perversion aside, the actual routine Kim had made up turned out kind of amazing. I’d expect no less of course, but still, I could already imagine the crowd losing their minds next game. Unfortunately, no matter how much I wanted them to go on, Kim called it quits after an hour and a half of running drills. Much to the appreciation of her fellow squad mates.
“Evil.”
“Devil”
“Slave driver”
“Out of her god damn mind!”
These were just a few of the grumbles coming from the group of girls. Kim of course was all smiles, taking a quick swig of water and whipping her face down with a towel. This only seemed to piss the group of girls off even more.
After an evening of body inspection and watching skirts twirl and twist, I forced myself to come down from my lustful high. Despite my intentions, I’d unfortunately spent very little time with Kim, distracted by all the other bodies the room had to offer. Still, practice was over and I intended to spend a relaxed evening watching Kim do her homework or watch TV or do whatever is her little heart desired.
As long as I got to spend it with her, I didn’t care. And you know what? I really did mean that, honest. But, hearing Kim’s next words, everything changed.
“Okay girls, let’s hit the showers!”
Leaning against the wall, I nearly fell over, sure that I had misheard. But sure enough the group of grumbling girls slowly rose from the floor and began to shuffle towards the girl’s locker room. Kim included.
Eyes wide, I had to take a moment just to breath. Was this really happening? I wanted to laugh. Thank god I didn’t.
I want to say that a part of me was apprehensive, that there was some internal battle telling me that it was wrong and that I had already invaded these women’s privacy more than enough for one evening. But that isn’t true. Not this time. This time, all I knew was that there was a possibility of seeing Kim’s nude body one last time, among others. And if I had to choose one memory to take with me at the end of the day, that would be it.
My feet moved slowly walked towards the door-less opening. I want to take this moment to appreciate the bounty I was about to receive. My mother, and my rabbi taught me well enough to be thankful for all my blessings. And how could this be anything but?
Sending a quick prayer to the big guy upstairs, I took a deep breath before passing the threshold.
The hall leading to the lockers twisted at the entrance to keep anyone from being able to peek inside. Following it, as I reached the corner I didn’t know what to expect.
To my very small disappointment, the stereotypical fantasy of communal showers and naked cheerleader scrubbing each other’s back turned out to be entirely false. I know, I know, I wanted to believe too.
Surprisingly enough, it actually reminded me a lot of what happened on my side of the locker room.
Some of the girls stood around in a group talking in excited tones, while other’s seemed to shuffle off to change away from other eyes. And while some were undressed, not even the boldest among them was just walking around naked. Rather, most that had stripped to their bras and panties looked anything but comfortable and were quickly changing to avoid showing they’re body.
Marcella, was the proudest among them, standing with her group of friends, casually laughing even as she reached to undo her sweaty sports bra. She didn’t even bat an eye as her prominent girls came into view. Even when others did.
On the other end of the spectrum, I was amused to find Liz already packing her gear to go, still dressed in her smelling uniform. Guess she wasn’t too fond of the other girls seeing her goods.
My entertainment slowly disappearing, I turned my attention elsewhere. Everyone else stood between, either comfortable to prance around in their underwear or eager to get changed and go home. Either way, watching all of them strip down to at least their panties. I don’t think I blinked once the entire time I was in there.
I found myself walking towards a smallish group before I could stop myself. Consisting of Bonnie, Tara, Crystal, the latter two just seemed to listen as Kim’s rival s went on about something or other. My attention was focused on the picture of the bronzed teen’s fingers absentmindedly lowering her skirt to the tiled floor.
“OMG, you wouldn’t believe where Brick took me this weekend! This cozy little lake with a cabin, just the two of us. It was so romantic,” bragging about her boyfriend, her panty covered rear came into view. It seems Marcela wasn’t the only bold one, as her bare cheeks flashed the entire room. Her thong doing little to cover anything at all.
Hot pink, its waistband disappeared between her perk cheeks as easily as if didn’t even exist. Easily her best feature, I could see why she would want to show it off. Though I couldn’t help but still feel impressed.
As far as I knew, Kim didn’t own anything nearly as risqué. Though I certainly wouldn’t have minded one day seeing that change. Somehow I couldn’t help but feel it suited the brunette. I’m sure it made Brick happy.
They continued to talk, seemingly in no rush as they took their time changing clothes. I certainly didn’t mind, eyes glued the cleavage and panty covered crotches as they came into view.
At one point, I found myself lucky enough to enjoy the sight of Tara’s breasts spilling into view. It was only for a second or two. Reaching behind her back, her new bra was close at hand. But in those few moments between changing I was gifted with the sight of her large pale mounds, each caped by wide, stubbed pink nipples. The other two chose remain as they were, casual clothing soon draped over their sweat stained underwear.
There were a few still milling about, but it seemed like most of the girl’s seemed ready to leave. I watched them, clear disappointment taking my features. I was about ready to call out, “the showers are that way!” Most of the squad was already out the door leaving me staring after them, dejected.
‘Well, can’t have everything.’
Doing my best to shrug of this turn of events, It took me a few moments to look around and realize I hadn’t seen Kim walk out. Further inspection showed she wasn’t near her locker either. It was around now that I recognized the feint sound of water falling in the far back of locker room. I turned walk towards the encroaching cloud of humidity.
Like I said before, the girl’s room is a lot like the boys. So other than a few more stalls and a lot less urinals I basically knew what to expect as I stepped back into the steam riddled shower area. However, that doesn’t make it any less of a beautiful sight.
Tiled slabs built into the wall separated the showers from each other, staring at about ankle high they ended just at the shoulders. Other than that, it’s completely open for anyone walking past to look into your stall and see what you have. Because of this it’s no wonder why there were only a handful brave enough to wash the sweat away.
Most were freshman, whose names I hadn’t even learned yet. They were cute in their own way, but their age was enough to keep me from giving anything more than a passing glance. Standing out from the crowd, my cock jumped at the sight Kim’s familiar red head basking in the warm school water.
Eyes closed her up turned face stared directly into the spray letting the steaming water was all the hours’ worth of sweat down the drain. Foolishly I froze there, standing in the entrance where anyone could have seen me. I knew better but she was just so god damned beautiful. Honesty I didn’t care if I was caught.
But, then of course my brain decided to wake back up. And won’t you know it? I cared. I cared a lot.
Cautiously walking into the room, it was just a single wide hallway with stalls on each side. This meant if you turned around and someone showering across from you, you’d get an eyeful no matter what. This also meant that, on my way to Kim, I couldn’t avoid passing by a few girls on the way. And honestly? I thing they would be insulted if I didn’t peek a little bit. But hey, maybe that’s just me.
Ginning, I got to see a couple glistening backsides as my shoes walked through the soapy runoff. And sure, as a young man at the age of seventeen, I knew I should feel bad peeking on girls only in their freshman year, but in their own under developed way, even they had their own kind of charm. Nearing Kim I shook those thoughts from my mind.
Hands above her head, a half empty bottle of shampoo rested on the wall as she rubbed its contents into her luscious red strands. Kim’s eyes were closed against the soap, forcing her to turn towards the empty stall across from her. I felt my knees go weak. So beautiful.
I should have known better, of all the naked female flesh I’d enjoyed today, nothing stood a chance against the pale skinned goddess before me. I may stray, against my own judgement, but I would have to be a babbling idiot to ever forget who my heart, and hard on, really belong to.
Standing at attention, I smiled at the two peach colored tipples raised in my direction. Suds and soap caressed her skin as it fell down her neck. Curving around each of her modest mounds, the glistening orbs stood magnificently, small or not.
She reached up to touch them, not sexually but casually whipping away the extra soap collecting around. The small orbs shook gently before settling back on her chest.
Groaning to myself, I could stop my hand from the bulge in my pants. With far too much practice I felt it work the button and zipper out of the way only to feel my erection burst forth, already sticking out the fly of my boxers.
How many times had I done this picturing her naked body? Too many, that’s the answer. My memories of the three times we’d been together were all but spent. So having the opportunity to see her in all her beauty, and refresh my dwindling fantasies filled my blood with heat. Or, at least it should have.
I stole a special pleasure from the small strip of red fur standing out against the pale compaction of her pelvis. Even though only a week had past, I could already see the slight stubble of newly grown hair staring to force its way out. I clearly recalled our first time, our real first time, and how wild the untamed tangle of red fur had seemed. And while I enjoyed the clear view of her pale sex, nothing would ever compare to mature thatch of course hair under my fingers.
When the shampoo eventually ran clean, Kim turned around, showing me the tight curve of her rear as she washed her face clean. My hand continued to work itself against my rod, my balls heavy with cum.
Clear liquid dribbled from my tip, caught by my pumping hand and slathered over the rest of me. The lack of lotion was difficult, but for whatever reason the slightly wrought handling of myself made up for the lack of buzz I had been expecting to enjoy. Nevertheless, even this wasn’t enough to scratch the itch irritating the back of my mind. And tightening my grip, I could feel my temper rising.
This was goddamned ridiculous! Here I was, not five feet away from the most beautiful girl in the world in the world, and I all I could feel was the same nagging disappointment that had been haunting me the last two weeks. It was a stale and hollow experience compared to the excitement I’d experienced just a few days past.
Hearing a thump and then a sigh over the rush of shower’s, I was torn from my thoughts to see Kim staring dejectedly at her bar of soap circling the floor of her stall. Unaware that anyone was watching, she didn’t hesitate to bend over, her round bottom pointed directly at me as she fished for the pale block.
Another image to take with me when I leave. Opening, her cheeks spread ever so slightly to reveal the soft red lips of her inner sex.
Blooming out from two chubbier lips, the line of Kim’s sex swayed from side to side. Stripped of any hair, I was able to see more of her than ever before.
I took a step forward before I relied what I was doing. Hands out, I teased the edge of the veil, aching to brush against the soft skin between her legs. Aim my exposed dick and bury it in the one place that promised to give me piece. It took me all of half a second to recognize what I was trying to do. And gasping, I forced myself to stumble back, fists clenched.
Fumbling with the slippery object, she was taking much longer than she should have to right herself. I never wanted Kim to put on clothes more. Before I did something that would ruin everything.
After another moment I was relieved to see her rise to her normal posture. In all honesty, the entire action of her bending over probably only lasted a handful of seconds. But for me, it seemed to stretch on forever.
Contrary to what I had just wished, seeing her reach for a towel I felt disappointment flood my soul. All too quickly the young woman patted herself dry before wrapping herself in the cloth and hiding her body from my view. I had to move as she stepped from the stall. My time for fun was over.
The fact that Kim’s shower had ended, as well as the time I would ever see her ripe form, hit me harder than I thought. Clenching my teeth, I quickly found anger replacing all other thoughts.
It was… strange. To say I was normally slow to anger would be an understatement. To the happy go lucky me, it was nearly unheard of for me to show any real animosity towards anyone. So why did it feel so natural?
While Kim was busy blow drying her hair, I stood nearby trying to clear my muddled thoughts.
How had Shego put it? The first jewels she’d stolen had called out to her? Had demanded that she just take them? Huh, I was think I was starting to understand how she felt.
I wanted Kim. I wanted her so bad, I had to stop myself from tearing that towel away and taking her right there on the locker room floor. It was only knowledge that this would be her last memory of me that kept me from acting.
It didn’t curb my urges though. Far from it. Like a can of soda being shook I could feel the pressure inside of me building with every second. The same pressure that had been building since the very second I’d been unable to have her.
I’d promised myself that I would keep today about Kim, and just Kim. But, could I really walk away forever without feeling her skin on mine one last time? I don’t know if I am that strong. In fact I don’t want to be. And this time, when my hand reached to open my back pack, I didn’t stop it.
As quite as I could manage I rummaged around until I found what I was looking for. Staring at the Narcoleptior, I felt my heart pound. I glanced at Kim.
One last time. It would be perfect. Just like when I first had her. It would be peaceful. She wouldn’t even know I was there. And afterward, I could just leave. But with closure.
The more I thought about it, the more I could be sure that this was the right thing to do. Kim was mine. And I wasn’t giving her up without enjoying her one more time. That’s what love is. Doing everything you can to be as close to that person as possible.
With practiced ease Kim dried the rest of her body before dressing in her spare clothes. While she put on her panties underneath her towel I enjoyed the sight of her perky breasts before they were covered in by a pale blue bra. After that, it seemed like no time at all before I was following after my friend out the door and towards her house.
A/N: Also, I’d like to remind you that as of now I’ve also posted the first chapters of two new stories, sense of semblance (RWBY) and Call Me Doctor (Life is Strange). If you want to see the power to stop time in the hands of two horny teenage boys than these are the stories for you!
Next Chapter: The Best of Goodbyes - February 19^th: Fueled by his own desire and fear of leaving his one true love, Ron follows Kim back to her home to experience one last night of raw passion. Will this be enough to give him the closer he seems to seek so desperately or with distractions cause him to stray? His ever growing lust and hunger finally coming to a head after abstaining for so long.
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