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Big Road Trip - Extended Scene	By : HundredEye Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 5520 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Big Road Trip - Extended Scene
- 1
They returned to the room as quickly as they could, the cartoon marathon all but forgotten. Kim pushed him down on the first bed, unbuttoning his shirt so fast he was surprised she didn’t just rip it off of him. Moments later she was unbuckling his shorts and pulling them off, leaving him in just the silk boxers she had given him on his recent birthday. Ron was amazed she stopped there.

Standing up, Kim slipped the thin straps of her short summer dress off of her shoulders and undid the laces holding the bodice together. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as she let the dress drop to the floor. This wasn’t a peek taken in secret, this wasn’t a reflection. What he could see, she wanted him to see. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, especially with a huge smile glowing so brightly it actually drew his attention from the other points of interest on her upper body (or the little strawberry prints on her cotton underwear.)

He thought for a moment she was going to join him in bed like that, and the prospect of them having that much skin in contact, that kind of skin in contact with each other was almost too much for him. He so much wanted for that to happen, longed for it, needed it, but it was something that, despite all the deep feelings they had for each other, had yet to happen. His mind was working feverishly, trying to create ahead of time what it would feel like for the warm flesh of her upper body to be pressed up against his.

Ron tried to recall the unavoidable glimpses he had of her body when they switched minds. He hadn’t meant to, but he did eventually find himself looking at her in her oval dressing mirror when he got ready for school the next morning. It was only when Kim snorted awake, having spent the night sleeping nearby on her puffy blue bean-bag chair that he averted his eyes and quickly pulled on her green tank top and periwinkle capris.

It didn’t strike him until that moment, as the dress fell away, how much she had actually changed in those three short years. Then she had been fifteen and barely budding. She was still very slender, but her hips were ever so slightly more pronounced and her breasts, while still comparatively small, were slightly rounder. The overall effect was very subtle, but she was no longer a cute, if thin girl, but a slender, beautiful woman.

He also couldn’t help but notice how her pink nipples were standing on end, and not because of the setting of the room’s air-conditioning.

Perhaps she sensed that things might get out of hand too quickly like that, as she got out a sheer camisole that hung to just above her belly button and slipped it over her head before climbing into the bed with him. Even with the thin layer of nearly transparent silky material, he could feel parts of her body brushing against his, creating a feeling like an electric current that made his light covering of blond body hair stand on end. The top only served to enhance the sensation of her hardened buds dragging across his flesh as her lips sought his.

His hands came to rest on her hips, his pinkies just brushing the upper edges of her underwear. He so much wanted to send them exploring the toned body pressed up against his, but he found them frozen in place. His eyes finally rolled up in his head and closed when her leg crossed his, her hips grinding gently against him.

“Do you know what happened this morning?” She whispered between light kisses on the nape of his neck.

“I woke up with you.”

“Uh huh. Do you remember where your hand was?”

Kim leaned back slightly, watching his cheeks flair slightly pink. She smiled at him, knowing in that instant he actually was awake at least part of the time. “Let me refresh your memory.”

She turned her back to him, letting her bottom nestle against his lap. Her smile got even wider when she felt what else was seeking a place to nestle. At first his hands came to rest on her stomach, clasping there as he nuzzled the rim of her exposed ear with his nose. For a moment they rested in that position, but they had slept that way together several times.

This was most def not a moment for sleep.

Gently, she took his upper hand and momentarily twined her fingers with it. Her hands were not as small and dainty as some women’s, but they were still lost in his huge paws. There was strength in those hands, something few people would guess with his smallish frame, but she had held them many times and knew the extremes of power and gentleness they were capable of.

Slowly she guided the hand upwards. This was something he had done before, but there had always been something between the slightly rough flesh of his hand and her soft skin, often more than one layer considering she almost always wore a bra those days. This time, however, she led him upwards, under the draping fabric of her top.

To Ron, it was as if he were touching perfection. Whoever coined the phrase ‘more than a handful is a waste’ must have been a lover of women like Kim. As gently as he could, he squeezed, feeling the stiff nipple protruding between his index and middle finger.

He made a note on his mental calendar. At just a little bit over eighteen years of age, Ron Stoppable had officially reached second base.

Kim kept her hand over his, caressing it was he gently massaged her. With extreme care, he started increasing the pressure on the hard little button. She was amazed at just how sensitive they were at that moment, the vague feeling of ecstasy flowing from there down into her nether regions. She was so caught up in the moment she almost didn’t realize that his other hand was reaching up to grasp her other breast. She moaned slightly in pleasure, even as he did a very ‘guy’ thing, pinching both nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

She turned back toward him, breaking contact just for an instant, though his hands quickly resumed their place, loath to leave their newfound home. They finally did, returning to her waist as their lips met once more, the top remaining pushed up as his warm, finely haired chest made contact with her bare skin.

Kim had to keep telling herself that she was not ready to go further, but the siren song of his body on hers was so strong. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to consummate their relationship in the most ultimate way. Another shudder went through her as his lips parted from hers, only to first kiss the tip of her chin, then work down the middle of her neck.

A faint gasp escaped her lips as he kissed the flat, hard spot between them. Moments later, his lips found the tip as he returned to his childhood, suckling on her as a child would its mother. He paused for a husky breath, then moved on to the other side, his free hand taking the place of his mouth.

I so want him to make love to me, she said over and over in her head. She could only imagine what it would be like, having only tentatively explored things on her own. Of course, she had dreams of it from time to time, but she knew in her heart the reality would be so much more intense, even though the prospect of the pain and blood that would come with their first encounter frightened her. In that particular moment, that aspect of losing her virginity was the furthest from her mind.

But her love for him wasn’t. It was there, burning in all its glory. That was the only thing that was stopping her from whispering those words in his ears, ears she was licking and nibbling on as he nibbled her little buds. Those very words almost broke from her lips as another, stronger shudder went through her body as little sparks, distant cousins of what he was capable of giving her made their way through her body to her mind.

Neither of them were quite aware when or how Kim managed to wriggle out of her top over the course of the next half hour. It was only later that she spied it laying on the floor in a small shimmering purple heap.

Finally, mildly spent, she rested her head in the crook of his shoulder, gently caressing his chest. Somehow the sheet she had first drawn over them as she got into the bed with him had been kicked down off the foot, leaving both of them lying there, nearly naked in the soft light of the single lamp they had left on.

Hesitantly, she put a hand on him, on the outside of his boxers, not minding the slightly damp spot near the band.

“Ronnie. After you go home after one of our dates, do you…you know?”

He was too flushed to blush any further, but she could see by the look in his eyes that she had broached one of the few subjects that was actually embarrassing to him. That, and the fact she instantly knew it was true.

“Uh, KP, I’m a guy. It kinda goes with the territory.”

Her hand started trailing up and down the length, noting that, to her touch, it was not as perfectly round as she imagined it would be. Again, that was something she had done on rare occasions before, but never with only a single layer of silk between them. There had always been at least his cargos there as well.

“Does the pressure get too much for you?” She asked, smiling wickedly.

“Actually, yeah. If I’ve been this excited too long, it kinda hurts, almost like somebody’s kicked the jewels.”

“Oh Wonnie. I never imagined I caused you so much pain.” She said softly, picking up the tempo slightly. Ron’s eyes started rolling back in his head.

“It’s a good pain.” He said distantly.

“Do you think of me when you take matters into your own hands?”

“Every time…take matters?...” He chuckled slightly.

“Am I doing it right?” She whispered, nibbling on his neck.

“You’re def doing something right.” He moaned.

She watched his face. It was something she had seen before, but never so intensely. They had, at times, rubbed their clothed bodies together so intensely one or both of them reached a sort of climax. The first time had taken them completely by surprise and it was fortunate they were on a benighted beach, where they could go out into the surf to disguise the mess as some nocturnal swimming. Kim was certain even that did not get past her ever-observant mother, but nothing was ever said.

“I think I know what’s wrong.” She said finally.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He breathed, his head craning back, his eyes tightly closed.

She stopped for a moment, running both hands up over his chest. His head settled back down and he peaked at her. “Aw man, don’t stop.”

“Not gonna.” Her hand plunged downwards, but instead of grasping him over his boxers, she reached inside, taking it firmly in her palm.

This time, the only sound that escaped his lips was a prolonged “Ah.”

Kim wasn’t quite prepared for what came next.

His body started jerking slightly, his hips rocking as if he were trying to drive himself deeper into an imagined place. They had spoken the words about wanting to save the last until their wedding day, but their bodies wanted something else entirely. His nerves and his brain were getting certain signals and his body sought to comply. She felt it get suddenly even harder than it had been.

There was barely enough time for her to get clear of him as he reached the end.

It was a bigger mess than she actually imagined. Even holding his shorts partially down, it managed to puddle and run back onto them. Since he was lying partially on his side, it also managed to get on the bed itself. Clinically, she knew what it was and what was going on, but somehow the sight of it actually happening there in front of her was so different than she ever imagined.

“I better get something.” He said, his normal voice coming back slightly, though it did manage to squeak very slightly.

“No, you sit right there.” Kim slid off the bed, padding quickly toward the bathroom, suddenly feeling quite naked, even though she still had her panties on.

I can’t believe I just did that, she thought as her hands closed on a slightly damp towel left from their earlier shower. She realized that, in his moment, Ron had brought her away from the pinnacle she was experiencing, as if somehow she was just as spent as he must be feeling in that moment. It seemed to her like she should have still been crawling all over him, looking for more, seeking her own release at his hands.

She still wanted that, but the feeling was not as intense as it had been just before he finished. It was like she had climaxed as well right along with him, even though no part of his body was touching her nether regions. He only had a hand firmly planted on her backside, up until he started spasming.

It came as a slight shock to her when she realized that was precisely what had happened.

Getting the towel only took a few seconds, but in that time he had turned fully onto his back, his eyes closed. For a moment, she thought the old locker-room stories were true and he was already sound asleep, but his eyes cracked open as she approached.

Ron wasn’t going to miss a chance to see her nearly bare form, even as spent as he was.

They shifted to the other side of the bed in order to avoid the worst of the damp spots he had left. As soon as their bodies were nestled together once more, the feeling of embarrassment and the slight twinge of shame left her. It didn’t take long, but the kissing and touching, the sucking and nibbling resumed, though not quite as frenzied as before.

She thought about the feelings that coursed through her body. It really was like the ancient Japanese described. It was the rain and the clouds, bursting forth. Again, the strong desire to finally join their bodies completely started consuming her, and once more, her intense love and desire to save that final moment for the right time was all that saved her.

Making love would be saved, but she still craved release, more release than she achieved by granting it to him. It was a slightly strange thought to her that, on the night when she let him get to second base after so much time together, that at least one more base would be rounded that night.

Reaching down, she grasped the band of her panties and started pushing downward. She thought she would be able to slide them off, but the weight of her body on the bed, pressed solidly up against him prevented it. Unwillingly, she separated herself from him and hitched her backside so she could shuck them off. It was then that it sunk in that he had doffed his own shorts as well during the ‘clean up.’ For the first time ever, the two of them were completely naked.

In bed.

Their bodies, if not their minds, willing.

It would be so easy, or at least she thought, to simply open herself up to him, to draw his body on top of him, to let him enter, to take her past the pain that was bound to come with the first time. What was stopping them? They were adults and they had taken this trip with their families’ full blessings. Certainly they knew this could, and likely would happen. She was taking her pills religiously and since they would be faithfully monogamous, there was no other danger from full contact between them.

It was the wedding night. That blissful night that seemed so far away, a distant thought that was not yet fully formed in her mind. It was the last connection they could make, their lives figuratively, spiritually and literally becoming one.

Without saving that last, little bit for that night, it would only be a pretty ceremony and a piece of paper with their names on it. The thought of giving up something so magical, so complete was just too much for her…

…but she needed his touch.

Almost as if it had a mind of its own, she guided his hand to where she wanted it. If she could not have that one part of him inside her, something else would have to suffice.

“Careful.” She warned as a finger slipped between her legs, finding the warm, wet confines inside there. The tip explored the outer layers for a bit, then sought to go more deeply. She knew he had fairly little idea what he was doing down there, and probably knew nothing about the good spot hidden near the top, but she was enjoying it fully, pretending it was something considerably larger than his finger.

She gasped loudly when he did find the button.

Sensing he was doing something right (he was) he paid special attention to that spot.

Kim came in mere seconds, her body already in a heightened state of arousal. It was like nothing she had experienced before, not when they ground their bodies together, or even when she had explored her feminity herself. It was like an explosion within her, like crashing waves washing over her, the fury of it escaping her lips in a primal howl she never thought she was capable of.

In that moment, it was almost wedding night be damned.

She could feel him, grinding against her leg, getting as much out of her pleasure as she had from his. Thinking only in more base, animalistic terms, she pushed him over onto his back, her legs only a very slight impulse away from swinging over his body, drawing him up into her.

Barely, she stopped herself, instead arching her body, doing something she never really considered before. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew his eyes must have been as big as saucers as first the head, then the top of the shaft disappeared into her mouth.

Her motions were almost frenzied. Just as he had with her, she really didn’t know what she was doing. Not that it really mattered. Her tongue flashed across the head, lapping up the clear juices that were already starting to come out. If her mind was capable of grasping it at the time, she would have thought it was simply salty.

The odd thought crossed her mind; she couldn’t get all of it in her mouth! She tried to take more of it in, but she kept feeling like she was choking on it.

Ron didn’t mind. He put a hand on the back of her head, gripping her hair gently.

“KP, I’m gonna…”

“Mmm, hmmmm.” She moaned. Despite what she had seen before, despite all the stories she had heard in the locker room, she was going to do it the way men were supposed to like it. She was going to finish him, right there, just like that.

It still took her by surprise when it happened.

Suddenly, her mouth, which was already full of his manhood, was full of so much more. It hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag involuntarily. She rolled to one side, sputtering and coughing.

When she finally looked up at him, she felt some of it dripping down her chin. Fortunately, the towel was still close at hand.

If Ron was the least bothered by her final lack of skill, he didn’t show it.

“Aw man.” He said softly, looking up at the ceiling.

“Sorry.” She said, wiping her chin again, though it was already clean.

“Sorry for what? That was badical!”

A soft smile spread across her lips. “Liked that, huh?”

“Liked it? KP, I wish I had it in me to do that again.”

She crawled up, nestling her head against his chest. “You’ve already gone twice.”

“You want another round?”

She snuggled a little closer. “I think you know what I really want.”

He didn’t say a word. Instead he wrapped both arms around her, only to let her go for a moment to pull the abused covers back up onto them. It seemed like only minutes, but they jerked back awake, realizing a couple hours had passed. It seemed almost sick and wrong by that point, but they had agreed earlier they would actually sleep in separate beds since they were so small. He was loath to let her go, but he was sleepy himself and the beds were almost as small as his little twin bed, so he gingerly slipped out of her arms, making her stir slightly. She was sound asleep before he could get into the other bed.

One night we’ve spent together, and now I can’t fall back to sleep without her! He lamented. Still, he didn’t regret leaving her alone. She hadn’t slept much at all the first night and she was exhausted! He never knew that kissing and some other stuff could take so much out of you. He just watched her on into the night, never quite knowing when he fell asleep.

It wasn’t until morning when he finally woke up that he realized Kim was back with him, her arms wrapped around his waist, one leg crossing up over his. Her chin was nestled in the space between his collar and shoulder. Her face was one of pure contentment. Her top was so sheer it really was almost like their flesh was touching. She was very warm, but it was a good warm since the air conditioner was set to full blast, making the room actually quite chilly. Carefully he pulled the covers up over them. It was still quite early and checkout wasn’t for hours.

If he had seen his own expression, he would have called it smug!
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