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Revelation: Chapter 9

“Wow,” Kim softly panted as she writhed in utter ecstasy atop her eternal Boyfriend. “I mean that was really… wow.”

“Yeah,” Ron sighed. “That was the best ever. I don’t think I ever want to do it with anyone else but you and Rufus from now on.”

“You’re right Ron,” Kim sighed and snuggled back in his embrace as they rolled onto their sides still sexually connected, “that was the best.” Kim popped Ron’s cock out of her ass only long enough for her to roll over to face him and reinsert his dick in her sloppy love nest. “Well, I’ve pretty much fucked all the people I want to fuck over the last day and a half.” She sat back a bit to peer into Ron‘s milk chocolate brown eyes. “Maybe you’d like to keep our love sessions exclusive like this from now on.”

“Is that a suggestion?” Ron queried nonchalantly as he reached over Kim, deftly popped the top of his soda sitting on the ground with one finger and raised it to his lips to take a sip. “Cause I was thinking the same thing.”

“Really?” Kim questioned as she took the can of soda from Ron‘s hand and took a quick sip. “Do you mean that?”

“Really KP,” Ron exhaled and took the can from Kim. He set it back on the ground next to their chaise. “I love you Kim and I really don’t want to be with anyone else for the rest of our lives.”

“I love you too Ron,” Kim purred and nestled deeper into her Man‘s arms. “I know the Disney writers only wrote us as a couple for the show in the last season but I don’t think I could possibly love any other man.” She gave Ron a long, slow, lingering kiss.

“I know I’ll never love another woman,” Ron softly said as their lips parted and they leaned in so their foreheads were touching. “The sex with everyone else was fun but…”

“…It was only sex,” Kim continued his thought. “It was exciting at the time…”

“…But now that sorta thing doesn’t seem very important,” Ron finished her thought this time. “I actually didn’t want to do it with Betty Director. As sexy as she is I didn‘t find her very appealing.” He thought for a moment before an idea came to him. “I know we swapped bodies a few years ago but now it seems like we have a mind connection thingy going for us.”

“I know we’re connected Ron,” Kim purred, gently kissed his lips and began to grind her pussy on Ron’s still encased cock. “We’re connected, body mind and soul, now and forever more.”

“I think that means I’m suppose to buy you something now,” Ron said with a wicked grin on his face as he snapped his fingers. The copulating couple materialized, standing and still connected at the sex, in the finest jewelry store in all of Middleton. “I think we just got engaged and it’s time to make it official.”

“Oooooh Ron,” Kim gushed verbally, and a just little bit physically. (Only a quart of girl juice spilled out around Ron’s man-meat and down their legs.) “That is so sweet of you to think about buying me an engagement ring.” She threw her arms around Ron’s neck and planted a huge wet slobbering kiss on his lips as she joyously bounced on his dick.

“I think I see two people who just set a date,” Jimmy Ding, the Bling Bling King said as he walked up to the osculating and copulating couple.

“Yes, we just now got engaged,” Kim squealed in delight as she bound off of Ron and raced over to one of the display cases. She was so excited she continued her orgasm and sprinkled a little ejaculate on to the floor as she went. “These all look so beautiful,” Kim enthused as she walked the length of the twenty foot long case and gazed at the vast variety of rings.

“But I don’t think any of these will do Jimmy,” Ron said and proudly swaggered a bit as he and Mr. Ding walked over to join Kim at the display case. Ron had a feeling of Deja Vue, all over again. (thank you Yogi Berra) Like he’d been in this place and sitch before. “I think I should buy something that‘s absolutely obnoxious for you Kim. Something extra special for my very special Lady.”

“Ron!” Kim angrily spun on her Beau. “You will not start throwing your money away like you did the last time! I can settle for one of these rings.”

“KP,” Ron pleaded as he got down on his knees with his hands clenched together in front of him, “please let me get you the ring you deserve. I promise I won‘t go overboard and buy the biggest, most expensive ring in here for you… Unless that’s what you want. I only want to spend my money on your ring and maybe get myself a new bike. That‘s all.”

Kim peered warily at her Beau for over a minute before she asked, “You won’t buy another plane or gold-plated limo?” Ron quickly shook his head no. “And you won’t start handing out money to people just because you can?” Ron shook his head again. “And no more bling?” Kim asked warily, shooting a quick glance at the man standing beside her kneeling Boyfriend. Ron panned around the room at all of the various gold chains and rings and other assorted bling. “Ron!?!”

“No KP,” Ron firmly stated as he got up off his knees and took her hands in his. “As tempting as that sounds, I was foolish with my money the last time. I think I learned my lesson. A fool and his money are soon parted and I don’t want that to happen again. I was trying to impress our classmates by making out like a big shot but I know now the only one I really want to impress is you.” His goofy grin came out as he patted down his bare legs. “Besides, I don’t have any pockets to put all my millions in.”

“A very sensible way of doing things,” Kim cooed and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Now, how much were you thinking about spending on my engagement ring?”

“The standard in the industry is three months salary,” Jimmy butted in and jovially nudged Ron’s shoulder with a fist. “So Kid, how much moolah did you make during the last year?”

“Let‘s see,” Ron pondered aloud with a finger stroking his chin. “I got a million dollars for the last season and three months are like a fourth of a years so…” he tried to do the calculation in his head, “…That’d be, like, four hundred thousand I can spend on a ring?”

“No Ron,” Kim giggled at his lack of math skills. “That only comes to two-hundred-fifty thousand for three months salary, and I wouldn’t be caught dead with something that expensive on my hand. Why don’t we shoot for something less than one-hundred thousand. We can look around and see what’s available.”

“For one-hundred thou,” Jimmy whistled at the figure, “I could create something really gorgeous. So, do you have any ideas?”

“Yeah KP,” Ron chirped happily. “What’s your idea of the perfect engagement ring?”

“Most girls already have an idea of what they’d like their engagement ring to look like,” Jimmy Ding said slyly. “You know, they daydream about it their entire lives until they’re old enough to get engaged.”

“Well,” Kim blushed a bit and nervously ran a hand through her luscious red locks, “I’ve always imagined a simple silver setting with an emerald in the middle surrounded by smaller diamonds.”

“An emerald ring,” Jimmy chuckled. “One that matches your eye color perhaps?” He walked over to a small wall safe, rapidly spun the dial back and forth a couple of times and opened the heavy metal door. He reached in to the safe and pulled out a small, square blue velvet covered box before he returned to his clients. “Something like this.”

Kim’s whole face lit up as Jimmy Ding, The Bling Bling King opened the tiny box. “That’s my ring?” she squealed in delight, gleefully bounced on her heals and clasped her hands to her cheeks. (She also had a minor cunt-quake and sprinkled a bit of ejaculate on the floor.)

Ron took the ring out of the box, noticing the price tag, and placed it on Kim’s finger as Jimmy closed the box. “Ah, Jimmy,” Ron said turning to the man, “as long as we’re here, we should probably get some wedding rings too.”

Jimmy Ding glanced down at Ron’s circumcised cock and smiled, fully knowing Jewish traditions. “That’d be two solid gold wedding bands without adornments. I‘ll be back in a moment.” Jimmy handed the velvet box to Ron and walked into the back room of the store leaving our two teens alone.

“Ron,” Kim hushed to her now fiancée as she lovingly gazed at her new finger bauble, “how much does this ring cost?”

“Don’t worry about it KP,” Ron said nonchalantly as he tossed the box in the air and deftly caught it. “Between that and our two wedding rings, I’ll still have enough cash to buy the Brooklyn Bridge and keep it under the one-hundred thou limit.”

“Are you sure?” Kim asked warily, knowing Ron’s tendencies to underestimate in Mathematical situations.

“I’m sure Kim,” Ron sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Listen. You paid for the Hotel suite, the lift tickets for our little ski boarding expedition and the video rentals. All I got to pay for are some snacks and sun block. I can afford to spread around a little Claude when it comes to you.”

“Well, when you put it that way,” Kim said in resignation as she nestled into his embrace, “I guess you’re right. Besides, Mom and Dad will be paying for our wedding.”

“Here you go Kids,” Jimmy Ding sang as he came out of the back room with a small, shiny red bag in hand which he handed to Kim. “Two plain gold wedding rings all set for your special day.” The Bling Bling King turned to Ron. “The total bill was subtracted from your Magical Kingdom Bank account but I gave you a bit of a discount.”

“Why a discount?” Kim begged out of curiosity.

“When word gets out that I supplied the rings for Kim Possible’s wedding?” Jimmy laughed greedily, “I’ll be racking in the dough when the rest of the Disney Cartoon Characters come to me for their Bling!” The chubby man broke out in an all out guffaw as he headed for the back of the store to order more inventory.

“Thank you, Mr. Ding… Bling, King,” Kim stuttered and waved to the receding store owner before she snapped her fingers, sending the wedding rings to the secret safe in her bedroom closet that regularly held her battle suit and personal diary from the prying eyes of her Brothers. Kim turned to Ron. “Now, what were you saying about buying a new bike?”

“I know I don’t need a bike now that we can get around just by snapping our fingers KP,” Ron said sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck with a free hand, “but…”

“I think a new motorcycle is an excellent idea,” Kim cut him off as she nestled into his embrace. “In fact, I think we should maybe get his and hers bikes.”

“You do?” Ron begged in astonishment, expecting a bigger battle for spending that kind of money for something that wasn’t really necessary.

“Yes Ron,” Kim affirmed. “your old scooter is, well, to put it plainly, a piece of junk and it’ll be exciting to ride around town on a nice new motorcycle.”

Kim snapped her fingers and they appeared in the local motorcycle dealership showroom. (Still both naked as the day they were born,) After very little haggling and a quick transaction, Kim and Ron, (now wearing only helmets. Never ride without one!) each rode off the lot astride a brand new Kawasaki Ninja. (Kim, being the overachiever that she is, has a motorcycle endorsement on her driver’s license along with every other type of endorsement possible including that for hazardous materials and semis and Ron‘s been riding motorcycle since he barely passed Driver’s Ed for his license.)

“Let’s head for my house first,” Kim said over the intercom in their helmets while totally enjoying the throbbing, vibrating machine between her legs. “We need to tell my parents about all that’s happened today.”

After taking the long way home to enjoy their new acquisitions, Kim and Ron pulled into the driveway of the Possible house. They dismounted, leaving the helmets sitting on the gas tanks, and went into the house.

“Mom, Dad, we’re home,” Kim called out as she and Ron immediately walked to the kitchen.

“Hi Kimmie-Cub,” Mr. Dr. Possible sang from behind the opened newspaper at the table. “How was snowboarding?”

“It was most excellent,” Kim enthused as she walked over to where her naked Mother was stirring something on the stove. “But we have some other more important news of the day.” Kim stuck out her hand and waggled her ring finger under her Mother’s nose.

“Kimmie!” Ann Possible screamed and spun to hug her Daughter in a fierce hug. “I’m so happy for you and Ron!”

“So Ronald,” Mr. Possible said in a Fatherly tone as he set down the newspaper and stood to put a hand on Ron’s shoulder, “you finally popped the question?”

“It wasn’t so much me asking,” Ron sheepishly confessed while rubbing the back of his head, “as it was we mutually agreed to make our sex lives exclusive.”

“Whatever,” James Possible joked with a light laugh as he slapped Ron on the shoulder. “As long as you keep my Kimmie-Cub happy now I guess can’t threaten you with a one way space probe to the closest black hole.”

Ann broke away from Kim and leaned back on the counter with a Puppy Dog Pout on her face. “And I suppose that means I can’t have any issues with Ron in the pantry anymore either.”

“Nope.” Kim chuckled. “And the PDP won’t work on me anymore.” She walked over and wrapped her arms around Ron’s waist. “Since you two are having your party here tonight I think Ron and I will go out and tell a few friends about our engagement. Is that alright with you?”

“I suppose Honey,” Ann said turning off the PDP and going back to her ever-present pot on the stove. “Who would you like to tell first?”

“Maybe you should start with family…” James Possible suggested as he sat down and opened the newspaper again. “…Like my Brother Slim and his Daughter Joss.”

“I think maybe…” Ron started to say before he was cut off by Kim.

“That’s an excellent idea Daddy,” Kim enthused and started to lead Ron out of the kitchen. “I think Ron and I will ride up to Uncle Slim’s ranch on our new motorcycles.”

“Have fun, Kids,” Mrs. Dr. Possible sang to the receding couple as they walked out the front door.

After ten minutes of silence, Dr. James Timothy Possible lowered the newspaper and asked his wife, “Did she say something about motorcycles?”
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Kim, draped face down on the gas tank of Ron’s Kawasaki and firmly encasing his rock hard rod in her cunt, happily purred along with the roar of the motorcycle.

“KP,” Ron said over the intercom between their two helmets as he glanced in his side mirror and saw a police car behind them, “I think we’re in big trouble.”

Kim stopped her carnal dance on Ron’s stiffy only long enough to look back, under one arm, at the squad car before she started to bump and grind again. “The turnoff for the ranch is only one mile ahead KP,” Ron told his fiancée over the intercom. “Maybe he won’t stop us.”

Per usual when someone voices such a statement, the emergency lights atop the car turned on and the siren screamed to life.
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