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Waiting in the Jungle	By : obbiejoe Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 9211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Waiting in the Jungle
- 2-Finale
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Another of my 'First Time' series that had been languishing on my hard drive for years. Originally titled Scenario 6 - Contains harsh and graphic language, Adult situations and mature subject matter.
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Scenario 6 - Waiting in the Jungle
BY: obbiejoe
Chapter 1 – The Incident
Kim was sweating as she swung the machete in a wide arc clearing a path through the dense undergrowth. Her mind, however, was not on clearing the path in front of her; it was on the blonde young man following just behind her.
She knew she would have the time to sort out the feelings she was having at the moment, Wade had informed her only moments ago that he would not be able to secure a ride until tomorrow afternoon at the soonest. Since they were only about a quarter mile from the rendezvous that meant they would have hunker down and wait at least 24 hours.
The mission itself had gone well; it was the escape from the exploding lair that had led to her current problem. She thought back to the time she had first gotten the mission call.
Wade had informed her that Professor Dementor had been located in Africa. Apparently he had once again stolen the PDVI and was creating some kind of weather device using it as the power source. His claim had been that he was going to change the weather conditions in the rain forest and start to kill off huge numbers of trees thus altering the atmosphere by reducing the amount of oxygen they produced, unless, of course, his demands were met.
She was just about to tell Wade to call Ron as she raced toward the park to catch the supersonic transport Wade had waiting when she saw Ron walking quickly along the sidewalk next to the park. As she raced by she grabbed his hand and informed him that they had an emergency mission. There was not even time to stop and change into their regular mission clothes, Wade had told her that everything they needed was already on the transport.
She hadn’t thought about it at the time but now that she did Ron had been strangely reluctant to go and had seemed determined to head home. Of course one look from Kim was all it had taken to convince him and he had hesitated only an additional moment before following her whole heartedly.
It was also weird, now that she thought about it, about how happy he was, at first, to see the backpacks that Wade had waiting for them on the transport. She distinctly remembered hearing the disappointment in his voice when he went behind some crates to change into his mission clothes. His exact words had been something like “Oh crap, where are they, where are they. Oh crap.” He had all but ignored her when she asked about his choice of words giving her some off handed excuse about expecting Wade to pack gameing-boy cartridges or something.
He had acquitted himself well on the mission, exceptionally well. He had even been able to overpower almost a dozen of Dementor’s goons while she was engaged elsewhere and she wondered once again about these so called ‘Monkey Powers’ that Monkey Fist always referred to. She had never seen any direct evidence of them so she typically wrote them off as the ramblings of an erratic Super Villain. Strangely Ron always seemed to avoid talking about them at all, he really avoided it.
She was positive that if he did indeed possess some type of mystical abilities he would be bragging about them non-stop, conversely if he did not have any such abilities the simple fact that Monty kept referring to them as ‘Monkey’ powers would have Ron vehemently denying being associated with anything having to do with Monkeys.
She shook her head to push the ridiculous thought out of her mind, she had bigger… ah… other problems to deal with at the moment. It was what had happened during their exit from the lair that had been coursing through her mind.
To start with, Dementor had been much faster than she expected in initiating the self destruct so they had had to forgo either grabbing the PDVI or leave their backpacks behind just make it out on time, naturally they had grabbed the PDVI. Then just as they had made it out of the cave exit she heard a ripping sound behind her, when she turned she saw Ron with his back to her walking quickly back to where his pants were hung up on an outcropping of rock.
Ron loosing his pants on a mission was not normally unusual, this time however there was a small twist. When she turned instead of seeing Ron’s boxer clad posterior she had seen nothing but naked ass as he bent down to retrieve his pants. She had tried to spin away of course but something else she saw had riveted her gaze on Ron’s ass for several seconds until the reality of what she was seeing hit her and she had spun quickly away.
Ron had naturally apologized as soon as he put on what remained of his pants. He had to keep one hand on his waist to keep what was left of the shredded garment on his body. Then he explained why he had been reluctant to go on the mission at first, he had had an earlier wardrobe malfunction while doing something in the woods at the park that he refused to explain, that malfunction had totally shredded his boxers and he had been heading home, commando, to get another pair when Kim had rushed him off to the mission.
He had been counting on a spare pair of boxers being in his backpack but there were none so Ron had been forced to go on the mission without his boxers. That was how he ended up with only his cargos, which were now in shreds, covering his lower torso. He kept apologizing the entire time she had been cutting their way toward the rendezvous point thinking that, since she had been avoiding looking at or talking to him, Kim was angry at him because of his wardrobe faux pas.
In truth Kim wasn’t angry at all, she was a lot of things, but angry was not one of them. She was embarrassed, she was confused, she was shocked, but most of all she was… well, to put it plainly, she was excited.
When she had first turned around and seen Ron’s naked ass she had only smiled at his predicament. Then she noticed something hanging between his legs, hanging low between his legs. At first she had thought it was his belt that was somehow still around his waist, but that had still been looped on the pants he was heading for, then she had thought Ron had picked up a small bush or something to cover himself with temporarily and that was what she saw, so she looked more closely at the hanging item.
Then she realized exactly what it was, it was Ron’s penis, his cock, his dick, what ever you wanted to call it one thing it most assuredly was, was huge and had been hanging well down his thighs between his legs. Kim had been thinking about it the entire time they had been cutting their way through the forest, she was mentally comparing it to the only other two she had ever seen.
Bobby Johnson had once whipped his out while on a date and asked her to blow it, she hadn’t naturally. Then about 6 months later Josh Mankey and she had gotten a little hot and heavy during a makeout session at lookout point and he had pulled his out and asked her to touch it, she had, but only for a second or two and no matter how much he had pleaded for her to give him at least a hand-job she hadn’t touched it again.
She remembered that Josh had excused himself and gone into the woods a few seconds later and she was sure he had gone to whack himself off since the subject was dropped and his previously obvious bulge was missing as soon as he came back. They had left moments later. Both of these occurrences had resulted in being a last date.
But that thing hanging between Ron’s legs had looked so much larger and thicker than either of the others she had seen it wasn’t even in the same league. She had tried to convince herself that she was mistaken, that she was severely overestimating what she had seen, but she couldn’t. She had seen exactly what she had seen, Ron had inadvertently proven it a short time ago when he offered to take his turn at swinging the machete.
He had said that he was more than capable of swinging it one handed while his other was maintaining a firm grip on his pants. She had reluctantly handed it off to him and taken her place behind him as he took the lead and slashed their way forward.
She found herself once again staring at his ass, most of it was now covered but portions still showed through the shredded fabric of his cargos. Then, through a tear in one leg of his pants his… appendage had once again made a brief appearance as it flopped against his thigh several inches below his crotch. She had followed him for about 15 minutes, catching a glimpse every once in a while, when she noticed that her nipples were starting to ache with stiffness and her crotch was starting to get wet, and it was most certainly not sweat.
She had quickly taken the machete back from Ron and swore to herself that, henceforth, she would remain in the lead, well away from the sight of Ron’s ass and… ah… other attributes. That was almost 30 minutes ago and her condition, if you want to call it that, had not gotten any better, quite the contrary, it was getting more heated as time progressed.
As much as she wanted it to, her mind just wouldn’t leave it alone and kept jumping back to the subject of Ron’s dick. Plans were formed and rejected in her mind of ways that she would be able to get a better look, ways that she could ‘accidently’ cause Ron’s pants to once again fall but this time while he was facing her.
If that wasn’t bad enough her mind started, on it’s own mind you, to wonder what it felt like, what it would look like fully erect, what it would feel like inside of her. She shook her head for what must have been the thirtieth time trying to shake such thoughts from her mind, she once again failed. She tried to reason just why these thoughts were racing through her mind, she had never had sex in her life, sure she thought about it, I mean she was only human. But in all her fantasies, of all of the men or boys she had imagined while she had been masturbating Ron had never, not once, been involved.
Now that she thought about it she wondered why, he was reasonably good looking, he had a good body, especially once he started filling out and growing up, he was actually a little hot. But of all the guys she knew he was almost the only one to never take part in her little masturbation fantasies. She knew that that had all changed less than an hour ago.
Still sweating, and not necessarily just from the heat and humidity, she took one final swing of the machete and burst upon the clearing Wade, through her Kimmunicator, had directed her to. This was to be their home away from home for at least the next 24 hours.
It was at the base of an escarpment that rose as far as the clouds, water was falling from the heights in a very small but picturesque waterfall into a clear pool that fed a stream leading back into the jungle to her left. There were only a few trees and no choking undergrowth; all in all it was a very relaxing looking location to wait.
Pulling out her Kimmunicator she connected with Wade for an update on their ride. After learning that they still had at least 24 hours to wait she requested he call when their ride was an hour or so off before she disconnected. She started taking a closer look at the surrounding area, more to keep from looking at and thinking of Ron than anything else.
There was a small overhang against the cliff next to the pool that actually looked quite cozy and could provide a little shelter in case of rain. The pool itself was crystal clear and she saw fish swimming in its depths that could provide food if they could catch one or two.
Squatting down she felt the water and found it refreshingly cool but not cold at all so she splashed a bit on her face to clear the sweaty grime that had accumulated during their trek, and cool off her ardor.
She knew she couldn’t avoid Ron much longer and looked around to see where he had gone. She finally noticed him sitting near the entry of the overhang on a flat rock with a pile of leaves and vines around him that he had apparently collected and brought there.
She watched with a puzzled expression as Ron appeared to be selecting bits and pieces from the small heap of foliage at his feet and twisting them together for some reason. With a sigh and a quick silent reminder of “Don’t think about his dick” she slowly walked over to see what Ron was doing. When she was a few feet from Ron she heard his voice drift to her even though he hadn’t looked up while she approached, “Are you still mad at me KP?”
Kim moved closer and sat on another rock close to him sighing before she answered, “I was never mad at you Ron, I’ve just… ah… had a lot of things on my mind that’s all. You didn’t do anything that I should be mad about, I mean I do wish you had told me earlier about your… ah… boxer sitch, I guess it wouldn’t really have changed anything if I had known but at least I wouldn’t have been… ah… well, I just wish I had known that’s all.”
Ron just continued twisting the vines and leaves together, looking closer Kim could now see that he was actually weaving something from the materials he had gathered. Ron looked up at her for a moment, “Sorry KP, next time, and I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure there never is a next time, but if there is, then next time I’ll make sure you know okay.” Then he returned to his weaving.
Kim watched as Ron’s hands expertly twisted the loose materials together. Then Ron reached down and tore strips from the legs of what remained of the pants he was wearing and started weaving them into whatever he was making from the vines. Kim was, temporarily at least, distracted from thinking about Ron’s dick and asked, “Just what are you doing Ron?”
Ron looked up at her and then held his creation up for her to see. “Making a pair of shorts, these pants have seen their last days.” When she looked she was startled, he was clearly holding up what looked like a pair of shorts taking shape made only of twisted vines and cloth from his pants. She gawked for a moment until he once again started weaving the vines and cloth quickly and expertly together. It took a moment for Kim to comprehend that Ron, her Ron, had created an almost complete pair of shorts from almost nothing, and he had done all this in just about ten minutes.
When the realization of what he was doing dawned on her she looked to Ron’s face again, the tip of his tongue was sticking out from the side of his mouth as he concentrated. “Where on earth did you learn to do that Ron? It’s amazing, I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Ron answered without even looking up, “Camp Wannaweep KP, You remember, I told you I was the lanyard wizard of the camp and… well… I guess it just grew from that. I do this all time, you’ve seen me, I know you have.” As Kim thought about it she had indeed seen Ron playing around with string and rope and stuff she just never paid any attention to what he was doing with it. Then his voice interrupted her thoughts, “Where do you think I got that rope two weeks ago, I mean you don’t just find rope lying around you know. I was just lucky enough to find a supply cabinet filled with string.”
Kim did indeed remember what Ron was talking about, they needed to climb up to a scaffold on that particular mission and her grappling gun was out of charges, she had asked Ron to see if he could find something and he had returned a short time later with a length of strange feeling rope that was actually quite strong and the perfect length for the job. “Ah… I guess I just thought you found it Ron, why didn’t you tell me?”
Now Ron looked up at her, “Hey, you do the hero stuff, that’s your job. Me? I do the hero support, you need something Wade can’t supply I either find it or make it if I can.” Then he returned to his weaving. Kim just sat there thinking over all the times Ron had ‘found’ just what she needed to complete a mission; there were a lot of them. How long she sat there she didn’t know, then Ron’s voice brought her out of her reverie, “Aaaannnndddd done! I’ll be right back KP.”
She looked up and saw Ron walking away toward the trees, unfortunately this brought back all of her previous thoughts and desires when she saw not only the parts of his ass that clearly showing through the shredded remains of his pants but further glimpses of his dick through the larger rents in the fabric.
She once again felt her nipples hardening and wriggled her ass on the rock as a slight twinge raced through her crotch. She was just getting control of herself when she saw Ron retuning, then she started wriggling again when she saw the extremely tight shorts he was wearing, as he walked toward her he was carrying his shoes and socks in one hand and tugging at the shorts with the other while he muttered to himself, she could just make out his muttering, “I guess I grew a little bit, these shouldn’t be this tight.”
As he walked closer she saw that the shorts were indeed tight, there was a large bulge pressing against the front of the shorts threatening to burst through the tight weaving of vine and cloth. Then Kim noticed his bare legs, the shorts were very short and sticking out from beneath them were the most muscular legs Kim had ever seen, His thighs looked like they were sculpted from rock and she saw the muscles flex as he walked toward her. As soon as the twinge hit her crotch again she knew she better do something and do it fast. She had to look away quickly or Ron would catch her looking so she looked over at the water as it fell from the heights into the otherwise calm pool.
Ron walked past her he tossed his shoes and socks near the rock he had been sitting on and headed toward the cool calmness of the pool, “I don’t know about you KP but I feel all grungy and stuff. I’m gonna check out the water.” As he walked past her he was pulling his mission sweater over his head. If it had been any other guy but Ron Kim would have thought they were teasing her, trying to get in her pants.
There seemed to have been a lot of that type lately, almost every guy she had dated over the last six or eight months had tried something like that, most on their first date. She knew they were just looking to say they had been the one to finally bag ‘Kim Possible’ the ‘Ice Queen’. But Ron, well she just knew that the thought would never even cross his mind.
Right at that moment however she kind of wished it would. She looked up again and saw Ron’s broad back walking toward the pool, she clearly saw the hard muscles of his arms and back as he threw the mission shirt off to the side, “Why didn’t I ever notice that before?” She wondered as Ron waded into the pool.
Then she blushed when Ron looked over his shoulder at her, she was sure he caught her gawking but instead he just called out, “Hey KP! There are fish in here, ya want me to get a couple, I don’t know about you but I’m a little hungry.”
She called back, “I thought about that Ron but we don’t have any bait let alone a rod or hook.”
Ron simply smiled as he called back, “Hey, Think about who you’re talking too. I’m the hero support remember?” Then he dove out of sight. After a bit more than three minutes Kim was starting to worry, Ron had been under water for a while, longer than she thought was normal so she jumped to her feet and ran toward the water jumping in as soon as she got there thinking Ron must have gotten caught up on an obstruction under the surface or something.
She was just about to dive down and look for Ron when his head surfaced about five feet away. “Hey KP, careful, you’re gonna scare the fish,” Then he smiled and raised his hands out of the water, a large fish was clutched in each one.
Twenty minutes later Kim watched as Ron checked on the fish, he had wrapped them in leaves and placed them on rocks he had placed in a fire he had started by, of all things, rubbing two stick together. She had heard of people being able to do that but had never thought Ron could, when asked about it he simply said two words “Camp Wannaweep”
Kim was miserable, she had removed her wet shoes and socks but her remaining clothes were wet and clammy. Figuring she would just have to grin and bear it until they dried out she watched Ron add some more of the leaves he had stripped from a plant in the clearing inside the wrapping of each fish and then return to the weaving he had started as soon as the fish started cooking.
She looked sourly at his back as he weaved; he was purposely turned away from her so she couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. His closely woven shorts had dried almost immediately and now he was probably weaving himself a shirt and a blanket or something while she had to sit there miserably in the clothes she had gotten wet in her misguided attempt to save him, it just wasn’t fair.
Apparently done with whatever he was doing Ron turned around and faced her. “Here KP, they’re not much but I put together a pair of shorts and a halter for you. It’s gotta be better than sitting around in those heavy wet things in this humidity. Go try these on, the fish will be ready in a couple of minutes.”
Kim was stunned, Ron had been weaving her something to wear. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth Kim smiled brightly as she grabbed the items from Ron and headed toward the trees. She was about to call over her shoulder warning Ron kiddingly not to peek when she stopped, “Would it really be so bad if he did?” she thought. Once into the trees she pulled her still soaking mission shirt and sports bra over her head and reached for the halter that Ron had woven.
Looking at it she saw that he had woven scraps of cloth, most likely from his ruined pants, so they were directly over her nipples. She wondered where Ron had gotten that idea as she tied the garment in front of her and then spun it around so the ties were at the back, as she tugged it up into place she was pleasantly surprised at how well it fit her, it held her tits perfectly and the cloth bits actually did keep it from scratching her nipples. Then she tied the front straps of finely woven vine behind her neck and jiggled a bit testing the fit, “This is almost perfect” she thought.
Stripping her pants off she was about to pull on the shorts when she realized her panties were just as soaking wet as her pants, pushing them down she stepped out of them before pulling the hand made shorts over her feet and up to her waist.
She immediately felt better being out of the soaked mission wear. As she tied off and adjusted her new shorts she felt where Ron had woven another strip of cloth exactly where it needed to be in the crotch of the shorts. The shorts themselves were actually shorter than she had ever worn before and she was instantly relieved that she had trimmed her pubic hair last night, if not she was sure that Ron would see instantly that the carpet did indeed match the drapes.
As she walked back into the clearing carrying her sodden mission wear she noticed how much more comfortable she was in this heat and humidity and knew she would have to thank Ron for thinking of her. She smiled when she thought of teasing Ron about the strategically placed bits of cloth woven into his masterpiece.
When she reached the small campfire Ron had just finished coaxing the fish out of the fire and they were laid out on two large leaves. She leaned down and gave Ron a small peck on the cheek. “Thanks Ron, I feel a lot better now that I’m out of those wet clothes but we are going to have to have a little talk about how you knew exactly what size to weave and where to place those little pieces of cloth you wove into these things.”
Ron was stunned. Kim had actually kissed him, sure she had done it before but that was always for Christmas or his birthday or something. But now she had just kissed him for almost no reason at all, he was just starting to get his mind functional again when he turned and looked at her.
She was laying her clothes out to dry and not really looking at him so he took a moment to look at her. From her bare feet her long muscular legs rose upward meeting the shorts he had put together for her. His eyes traced upward along the swell of her hips to the narrow waist where the shorts ended. Upward from there her tight stomach, dimpled with that sexy little belly button of hers, flowed flawlessly upward to meet the halter top just below the delicate swell of her breasts.
As she turned to take her seat on the rock opposite him he saw the porcelain like skin of her back interrupted only by the thin band of woven vines. He was in heaven, he knew that there was not another soul on earth that she would allow to see her dressed as she was.
He had had a crush on her for years, since they had started high school, but had, of course, never told her. How could he, she was always going out with those golden boys and they seemed to make her happy, and besides, he knew that Kim just didn’t look at him that way, she herself had told him so and who was he to deny her happiness?
As soon as she was seated he mentally shook himself, getting his ‘head in the game’ as she always told him. He reached down and handed her one of the fish. “You’re going to have to eat with your fingers KP, I haven’t had time to carve knives and forks yet.”
Kim laughed at Ron’s joke for a moment but when she looked into his face she stopped, he was being completely serious, she knew then that he actually could, and most likely would, be able to carve knives and forks from the meager materials they had.
The smell rising from the fish in her hands was almost exotic, if it tasted half as good as it smelled she would be sorry to leave tomorrow. Then she noticed that the head and tail had been neatly removed from the fish, she knew that Ron did not have a pocket knife (or even a pocket for that matter) and wondered briefly about how he had accomplished this feat without a knife as her fingers picked up a piece of the moist meat and brought it to her mouth.
The taste turned out to be even better than the smell. Ron must have seen the look on her face because he answered her question before she even had a chance to ask it. “Pretty good huh, I was really surprised at the number of herbs and edible berries growing around here. They really work well with fish don’t they? Oh and don’t worry about the bones, I’m sure I got them all.” She was about to ask how he had deboned the fish when she saw him stuff another piece of the delicacy in his mouth and decided it could wait.
After the meal, which Ron had followed by a leaf full of assorted berries, Kim felt much better, she was dry, well fed and comfortable. The only thing bothering her at the moment was Ron. Well, not so much Ron as the way she was starting to feel about him.
He hadn’t bothered to put his shirt back on after catching the fish and as they ate she had been almost mesmerized by the play of the very well developed muscles rippling beneath his skin. How had she never noticed just how much Ron had grown? She had tried to think back to when the changes had started while she had been eating, there had been small hints now that she thought about it.
He had defiantly stepped up his game on missions, he had gotten a lot less clumsy and awkward, he had grown a few inches taller, he had grown his hair longer and now, when he lifted her up to reach vents he did it with ease and without the grunt and complaining that had usually accompanied that particular action. Now that the clues were staring her in the face, literally, she was able to piece together exactly when it had started, it was when he had returned from his third… no, his second trip to Japan on that weird exchange program.
He never really talked about his time at that school with the unusual name other than to say nothing had really happened or as he put it ‘Same ol, same ol’ There were never any pictures, never any anecdotes, never any bragging, nothing, nothing at all. Why hadn’t she seen it before, how had she been so dense, something besides studying and school work was happening while he was there she was sure of it, now more than ever.
She decided to test her theory right then and there so she walked over to where Ron had carefully doused the fire and was now setting up the small pit he had somehow dug. He was carefully preparing it for the next time a fire was needed. As she approached she tried to sound casual, “Hey Ron, have you heard anything from that school in Japan about having to take another trip?”
She was looking at his back and noticed that he stiffened as soon as she mentioned Japan, then he quickly relaxed and spoke without turning to look at her. “You mean Yamanochi? As a matter of fact it’s weird that you should bring that up. I just heard from them yesterday, they want to try and set up a month long session this summer.”
Ron turned to face her before he continued. “I was meaning to talk to you about it as soon as we got back. I know a month without a sidekick is a little unusual but the bad guys seem to take summer vacations or something so you should be fine without me. I’m sure Wade could always send a Wade-bot or something if you needed help. Maybe Derek would even be willing to lend a hand.”
Ron had turned his attention back to the fire pit but now Kim was sure something was up. Ron had never been gone longer than a week before this, now they wanted him for an entire month? And it was always him, never anyone else. Then he brought up Derek, her latest boyfriend. She knew that Ron hated Derek, he had never said so but she could tell by the way he reacted whenever she had mentioned his name.
She hadn’t yet told him that Derek was history, two nights ago she had broken it off with him when he grabbed her tits and told her, not asked her, but told her, that they were going to move their relationship up a couple of notches as he reached for his belt buckle. She was sure he went directly to the hospital after dropping her off in front of her house.
Ron stood when he finished with the fire pit and looked at her smiling that weird little smile of his. “Let’s talk about that when we get back home okay KP? Right now I think I’m gonna go for a swim.” Then he ran to the rocks overlooking a deeper part of the pool and dove into the crystal clear water cutting the surface cleanly without even a splash.
Walking over to the same rocks Kim sat at the edge and watched Ron’s shimmering image as he swam beneath the crystal clear surface, she looked calm on the outside but her mind was in turmoil. Ron had actually avoided her unasked question. He had always been able to read her body language and knew when she wanted more information and he had never before failed to supply it. Not this time however, this time he neatly sidestepped the issue and changed the subject.
She continued to watch when Ron’s head broke the surface near the small waterfall feeding the pool; he smoothly swam toward the rocks and deftly climbed up until he was standing directly beneath the falls letting the water pound against him. She saw him rub his head rinsing any remaining sweat or dirt from his longish blond hair. Kim looked at him and decided that he had made a good decision when he decided to let his hair grow a little longer; it actually looked ‘spankin’ on him. Then he turned and stood in profile, as soon as he did Kim saw the bulge in his shorts and once again felt the unusual stirring that started in pit of her stomach and spread through her body.
She had felt these same feeling before but never as strongly and never when looking at Ron. She knew she was getting turned on, normally she just ignored those feelings and they dissipated as quickly as they had arose, this time however they did not dissipate. Instead of going away they were growing stronger. She felt her nipples hardening and knew that she was only seconds away from having to explain to Ron how the crotch of her shorts had gotten wet.
Deciding that that particular discussion with Ron was not one she wanted to have, just yet, she stood and dove into the pool splitting the surface as cleanly as Ron had minutes ago. She was relieved that the ensemble Ron had woven for her remained intact, had she thought about it before she dove she would have simply walked around and slowly entered the water from the ledge beneath her. She had no idea what she would have done if her garments had parted company with her body when she dove in.
She surfaced and stroked strongly toward the rocks Ron had climbed earlier. Climbing up near Ron she entered the cascade of water and stood next to him. The feeling of the cool water pounding against her body was invigorating, she closed her eyes and raised her face allowing the rush of cool clear water to wash the grime and sweat from her hair as Ron had done earlier.
When her hair was thoroughly rinsed she looked to her side expecting to see Ron but he was no longer there, looking around she found him standing only a few feet away beneath a small overhang on the rock face side of the falls protected from the heavy fall of water, he was just staring at her, all of her, with a smile on his face.
Kim smiled back and stepped through the water to stand beside him still smiling. She noticed that the overhang was larger than she had first thought, more a cave than an overhang. Deciding that further investigation could wait she looked up into Ron’s smiling face. He looked down at her with a smile still on his own face, “Are you even aware of how absolutely beautiful you are KP?”
Even though Kim was shocked at hearing those words coming from Ron she continued to smile up at him. “Do you really think so Ron?” Looking downward across her body she continued, “I always thought I was a little small on… ah… well here.” She cupped her breasts for a moment and when she looked up saw that Ron was blushing. Still slightly red around the cheeks and ears Ron looked directly into her eyes, “I never thought so KP. I always thought you were the perfect package, exactly as you should be in all the right places.”
Now Kim was blushing, this type of conversation with Ron was exactly what she had been trying to avoid, at least she had thought so. But it was her that had climbed the rocks to stand next to him wasn’t it? And it had been her that first mentioned her tits. If she was really trying to avoid the subject then why had she even mentioned them? But then again it was Ron who said he thought she was beautiful wasn’t it? It was Ron who had been unabashedly admiring her body wasn’t it? Suddenly a thought struck her, was Ron interested in her ‘that way’?
Did he have feelings for her as more than a friend? Or was it simply the setting around them. She had to admit being totally alone, standing beneath a waterfall in a tropical setting wearing next to nothing was about as erotic as it gets. More importantly, if Ron really did feel that way could she return those feelings? She remained silent as those thoughts ran through her head; she then stared up into Ron’s eyes and saw the truth clearly etched on his face. Ron did feel ‘that way’ about her; his feelings were on display plainly. If he had been wearing a sleeve his heart would be on it. The only thought racing through her head right then was, “How long? How long has he felt this way?”
Then Ron reached out with one hand and gently cupped her cheek as he lost his smile and his eyes saddened. “I’m sorry KP, I should have never have said anything like that. I mean you and Derek are together now and I had no right to…”
Kim had felt a tingling rush as soon as Ron had touched her, not wanting to loose that feeling she reached up and placed her hand over Ron’s pressing it more firmly against her cheek, “No Ron, I don’t want you to say you’re sorry. If you really do think that way about me don’t you think I have a right to know? Would it be fair to me if you didn’t tell me, would it be fair to you?”
Ron didn’t smile he simply looked at her. “Normally I’d say no KP, it wouldn’t be fair. But here…” Ron waved his other hand out at the lush forest and clear pool. “…here in this place, at this time the only really fair thing I should have done was say nothing. I mean you’re here stuck with me while Derek is a couple of thousand miles away. If I say or do any more I’ll always feel like I took advantage of the situation KP. And if it caused any type of rift in your relationship with Derek I’d never forgive myself. I could never stand in the way of your happiness KP, I love you too much for that.”
Ron suddenly turned away from her as though he knew he had said too much but when he tried to remove his hand from her cheek Kim had held it firmly in place. Holding it in place wasn’t a conscious thought on her part though; her mind was currently focused on one thing and one thing only. Ron had said he loved her. No one had ever said that to her before and meant it except family and that was a totally different kind of love from the one Ron just admitted to. She could tell by the way he said it that the love he meant was a totally different kind of love, the kind of love most women dream about, the unselfish completely devoted kind of love that every woman wishes for and deserves. The kind she now had… from Ron.
Kim blinked her eyes as her consciousness returned to reality. She felt Ron trying again to remove his hand from her cheek and she knew that if she let him the moment would be lost forever, he would say nothing more, do nothing more. She knew Ron better than anyone else in the world and knew that moments after she allowed him to remove his hand he would revert to ‘best friend’ mode and never mention his feelings again, no one would ever be aware of the moment they had just shared unless she herself told them.
She knew in her heart that she couldn’t let that happen, Ron was too precious to her, to much a part of her life for her to ever let him go. Then a realization struck her, she suddenly knew why she had earned the title Ice Queen. She had been waiting, waiting for him. The knowledge of his love bloomed in her heart and laid bare her soul. She then realized that she was in love, in love with, of all people, ‘Ron Stoppable’ and now knew for a fact that she had been for quite some time.
She had always felt her happiest when he was around, the best memories of her life always, always involved him. She also knew why she had never admitted it, not even to herself. He had to be the one, he had to bare his own soul to her and tell her how he felt. Now that he finally had, her love for him filled her very being. Her heart almost burst with joy at the knowledge that she had found her soul mate.
Finally she was ready to speak. Using her other hand she reached out and pressed Ron’s chin until his eyes were once again staring into hers. “Ron? There’s something you should know. I broke up with Derek two nights ago. He wanted to go farther than I was willing to let him. He wanted to take our relationship, well, the physical part anyway, way beyond where I was willing to let it go.” Ron’s questioning look prompted her to say more. “He’s mostly okay, no stitches, but he will have splints on at least two of his fingers for a while.”
Ron smiled down at her but only with his mouth, his eyes were still filled with sadness as he looked at her, “That really doesn’t change things a hell of a lot KP. I still had no right to…”
Kim couldn’t wait any longer, she slid the hand that was on his chin behind his head and pulled him down to her waiting lips. She had kissed boys before, more than she was willing to admit, but never had those kisses been like this.
She felt her body melting as soon as their lips touched and she moved the hand that had been pressing his own to her cheek behind him, pulling them closer together until she was crushed against him. The tingling rush she had felt earlier when Ron first touched her cheek was now coursing through her entire body.
Knowing she needed more she did something she had never done with anyone else before, she pressed her tongue lightly against his lips begging for entrance. When his lips parted and their tongues met a stronger tingling wave rushed through her. She knew she would have waited a lifetime for a feeling like this and was a lucky woman to have only had to wait eighteen years, two months and sixteen days.
She felt the press of the bulge in Ron’s shorts against her body, she knew that it was way too soon to be thinking of sex but couldn’t help herself, she wanted him. The ‘Ice Queen’ had thawed and melted and in her place was a being of pure fiery passion, a passion that was building in the center of her being and refusing to be extinguished.
Her nipples were hardened to sharp points and her hips were moving on their own rubbing her moist crotch against his muscular thigh in a suddenly urgent need for release. She felt Ron’s strong arms wrap around her and everywhere his skin touched hers there was a tingling that fanned the fires of her passion to new heights.
As their tongues battled for dominance her hips increased their tempo against his thigh, she moved one leg between his pressing her crotch more firmly against his thigh and the tempo of her hips increased yet again.
Her breast started heaving as she neared release, Ron’s hands roaming softly across her back only added to the fire now raging within her making it impossible for her to stop. She was close to releasing her passion, very close. She felt Ron’s hands at work behind her back but was unprepared when her halter top was pulled from between them and fell to the rocks below her and her naked breasts were suddenly pressed firmly against Ron’s chest.
As soon as the sharp points of her nipples came in contact with the sparse hair on Ron’s chest her passion exploded. She was forced to break their kiss as a scream of ecstasy rose from deep within her and burst from her throat. She held on to him tightly as her orgasm, the first she had ever had with a man present, rippled through her quivering body.
She had never experienced an orgasm of this magnitude before; it seemed to grow more intense the longer it rippled through her. She felt the moisture of her excitement burst from her and run from her shorts down her legs leaving the familiar musky odor heavy in the still air. Eventually the quivering slowed and stopped leaving her glad that Ron’s arms were supporting her as she was not sure her still shaking legs could do the job on their own.
She felt Ron lift her effortlessly into his arms and wrapped her own arms around his neck cradling her head against his shoulder for a moment before looking up into his warm blue eyes, she closed her eyes for a moment confused, Ron’s eyes weren’t blue, When she looked again she saw the familiar chocolate brown eyes looking back down at her. Relieved she wasn’t imagining things she once again rested her head against his shoulder completely unashamed that her naked breasts were plainly displayed to him. Her loud laughter erupted from the overhang moments later when Ron snuggled her close against his chest and said, with a serious voice, “So… I guess you’re okay with me being in love with you then.”
Ron had carried Kim through the waterfall and down to the rocks just above the pool. There he sat down on a rock still cradling Kim in his arms. It only took a few minutes for Kim to feel like herself again, well… as close to herself as she could feel while adjusting to Ron’s new place in her life.
They had swum for a while as Kim rinsed the sticky mess from her legs and then they climbed back up out of the hot sun and into the cool twilight of the cave behind the falls. Adventurous as ever and not yet ready to talk about what had happened earlier they had explored a bit. The cave was much more extensive than Kim had thought at first sight. It reached several yards beneath the escarpment before branching off into two distinct directions.
They disappointingly decided that without lights they couldn’t search any further and made their way back to the front of the cave. It was Ron who made the significant discovery of a small cache of animal skins stacked in a niche on the far side of the cave. They looked to have been here for quite some time based in the accumulated dust but had been expertly cured (according to Ron) and were still supple to the touch, with a little shaking out they proved to be ideal for the purpose they were currently being used for. They were spread three thick on the floor of the cave and the two teens were currently resting on them side by side just watching the water fall past the entrance catching brief glimpses of dense jungle and clear blue sky beyond as the water shifted as it fell to the rocks below.
They had been just sitting and cuddling, exchanging brief kisses intermittently that Kim happily found still sent tingles up her spine. Then Ron reached over and handed something to her. She wondered for a moment what else he had found when she realized he was holding the halter top he had woven for her, the entire time they had been swimming, exploring and just sitting she had been topless and hadn’t even thought about it.
Seeing as this was the first time any man had ever seen her tits since she had started to develop she was shocked. How could she be so comfortable around Ron that she would sit around topless, she glanced down to see if her shorts were still in place, just to make sure, and was glad when she saw that they were. She took the brief top from Ron and held it for a moment before setting it aside, surprising herself when she decided she didn’t need it at the moment.
Kim also decided to broach a subject she had been wondering about for about the last half hour. “Ron?” She started, when he looked over at her she continued. “How long have you had feelings for me? I mean real feelings, beyond the feelings for a friend?”
Ron surprised her by answering immediately, “Oh, about four years give or take. We had just started high school.”
Kim didn’t know what to say, Ron had loved her all that time, all the time she had been dating Bobby, Josh, Herman and all those others culminating with Derek, and he hadn’t said a word. She didn’t want to ask why he hadn’t said anything, she knew. For some reason he had never felt he was good enough for her.
She felt a little guilty that she had several times enforced this mistaken belief, she remembered one particular time at his cousin Reuben’s wedding when she told him defiantly and clearly that they were NOT on a date, and there was one another time that stood out in her mind. They were just leaving a movie theater for a mission, a theatre where Ron had designs on Zita, the girl in the ticket booth, and Ron had suggested that people seeing them leaving the theatre together may think that they were on a date, she had actually laughed at the idea, laughed right in his face. It was no wonder he never said anything.
Kim repressed her guilt with more than a little trouble and decided to take the discussion in another direction. “Ron? Have you ever… well… had dreams about me? I mean like me and you?”
Ron leaned back on his elbows and laughed as he answered, “Oh Kimilla. Dreams? Me? About you?” Ron looked over at her and Kim clearly saw his gaze drift toward her naked breasts momentarily before raising again to her face. “Only every night KP, only every night.” Then he leaned in slightly and kissed her gently on the forehead before returning his gaze toward the cave entrance.
Kim smiled and decided to press on, “How about fantasies Ron? Have you ever fantasized about us? I mean like us together?”
Ron’s soft reply of, “Oh yea” spurred Kim to go further, “How about sexual fantasies Ron? Am I ever in any of those?” Again Ron’s reply was softly spoken but clear even with the sound of the falls filling the cave. “Ah Boo-Ya”
Now Kim knew she was on track to where she had really wanted to go. She chanced that her next question may startle Ron a bit but surged ahead, “Ron? Have you ever… ah…do you… ah… masturbate?”
She watched Ron’s head swing quickly to look at her but this time his gaze focused directly on her face and only her face, she added to her previous question attempting to keep Ron from feeling embarrassed. “I mean there’s nothing wrong with it if you do. I think everyone does to a point. I know I do. Hell, I’ve even got a few toys at home.”
She saw Ron relax a little as he considered his answer, “Well, I am a guy KP. So I guess to be truthful, although I never thought this would ever be a topic of discussion between us, yes, yes I do.”
Kim saw that his gaze remained fixed on her, in all probability wondering where this line of questioning was going, Kim was about to take it there. “Well… I guess what I really want to know is… ah… when you do… ah… that, do you ever think about me?”
Kim was a little worried about where this question may lead, Ron could respond with a question about whether she ever thought about him, and she would have to say she hadn’t, she couldn’t lie to Ron, he would know. So she waited as she saw an expression on Ron’s face that clearly showed he was formulating just how to answer.
After a good ten seconds his face relaxed and he leaned up on once elbow to face her. “I’m not sure if I should answer that KP. I mean if I say no you might think I don’t find you desirable, and if I say yes you might think I’m a pervert or something. I’m kind of caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place KP. What do you want me to say?”
Kim leaned up on one elbow facing Ron, “I want you to tell the truth Ron, that’s all. We’ve always told each other the truth… well, most of the time anyway. Now is most defiantly not the time to stop that so, just the truth Ronnie, no matter what, just the truth.”
She saw Ron’s face clearly reflecting on what she said before his eyes closed momentarily and then focused on her once again. “Well… the truth it is then. The answer is yes KP. And just to get it all out at once, I’ve tried imagining others, lots of others but for some reason it’s always your face at the end, only your face.”
Kim watched as Ron’s eyes dropped, but not to her tits this time, this time he was looking down at the fur covering beneath them. Kim felt a thrill inside of her. She reached out with her free hand and brought Ron’s face up to meet hers then leaned in and pressed her lips against his gently.
After a moment she leaned back and looked at him, “It’s okay Ron. As a matter of fact it’s better than okay. That is probably, in a kind of back handed way, the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you Ron, thank you for never giving up on me, for always having my back, for always being there for me no matter how badly I’ve treated you.”
Ron looked deep into her dark green eyes before he leaned in and kissed her just as she had just kissed him. “How could I not KP? If you haven’t guessed by now I meant it when I said I was in love with you. I think, in a way, I always have been, but I know that I always will be.”
Kim sat up and pushed Ron onto his back before lying across him. She again felt that tingly shock when her tits pressed up against his chest but ignored it for the moment and just held him. They stayed like that for several minutes exchanging light kisses before they resumed their previous positions looking out past the waterfall into the bright afternoon scene beyond, content to just be together.
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