Chapter 2

Bonnie went to cheerleading practice the next day but didn't participate. She still wasn't feeling peppy enough to cheer; just listening to the girls going over their routine was nauseating.

Rah, rah, rah. Go, team, go. Blah, blah, blah. Bonnie must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew, she was being shaken awake by Kim.

"Hey, do you want to get started now?" the redhead asked.

"Is everyone gone?" The brown-skinned girl's eyes were still blurry from sleep, so she couldn't see the gym that well.

"Yep, practice just ended, and all the girls are gone. Let's get started on your self-defense training."

The girls stood across from each other, a couple feet between them, in the middle of the gym. Bonnie raised her fists in front of her face in a fighting position. Kim chuckled and reached out to lower the other girl's hands.

"We're going to work on your stance first," Kim said.

"What? Who cares about my stance? I want to learn how to fight, not just stand around." Bonnie flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave Kim a disbelieving look.

"In order to be able to fight well, you'll need a good sturdy stance," she explained. To illustrate her point, the head cheerleader pushed against one of Bonnie's shoulders, causing her to lose her balance and stumble backwards. She would have fallen on her butt, too, if Kim hadn't reached out and caught one of her flailing arms. "See? How do you expect to fight when you can't even stand your ground?"

She sneered at her. "Okay, okay, I get your point. Teach me how to stand correctly."

Kim smiled. "I thought you would see it my way. First things first, put your feet shoulder width apart." Bonnie did as she said. "Now, slightly bend your knees." Again, she did as she was told. "Okay, now, hold that position for about an hour."

"What?!" Bonnie lost her concentration and reverted to her regular, unbalanced stance, her feet close together with most of her weight resting on one leg. She put her hand on her raised hip and glared at Kim Possible.

"Get back in your horse stance position and hold it," Kim ordered in her cheerleader voice. She could be really bossy. "If you want to do this, Bonnie, you have to listen to me." Her voice softened here.

Bonnie sighed. She did want to be able to protect herself, and Kim Possible had to know what she was talking about. She was a former teen superhero after all. Bonnie got back into the horse stance position and stayed in it until Kim said she could stop.

"How do your legs feel?" Kim and Bonnie were now in the locker rooms. Bonnie sat on one of the benches rubbing her thighs.

"Owwwww," Bonnie said slowly and loudly. "They're sore as hell, Possible. How did you think they would feel?"

"The more you do it, the more you'll get used to it," Kim said, nonapologetic.

"When will we start doing punches and kicks?"

"It's up to you. Whenever the horse stance starts to feel natural to you, we'll start doing punches and kicks."

Bonnie stood up, and before Kim knew what was going in, she wrapped her up in a hug. "Thank you for doing this," Bonnie said in her ear. Kim smiled at her sincerity and put her arms around the other girl.

Being in Kim's arms made Bonnie feel safe. The petite, ginger cheerleader was a crime fighter! The same muscled arms that fought bad guys were now oh-so-gently holding Bonnie. And the former cheerleader felt more than just safety. The girls' boobs were pressed together, and Bonnie's nipples started to harden. Closer, she thought. I need to be closer to her. A scene started to play out in her head, and her vagina began to throb with longing.

The hug was starting to last too long, and Kim was about to pull away, but Bonnie held onto her.

"Uh, Bonnie, are you going to let go of me?" she asked.

Bonnie gasped as she realized that she was having a sex daydream about Kim Possible while hugging Kim Possible! No matter how safe she makes me feel she is still my archenemy. And I'm not into girls! I…I can't be.

She released her and backed up. "Sorry," she said. "I haven't had much physical contact with anyone since…the incident." She hated that word, but that's what everyone in her family was calling it, so she should too.

"It's okay," Kim said. "I understand."

"Yeah, so…um…same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

Bonnie got out of the locker room as soon as she could. Having sex fantasies about your female archenemy wasn't a good sign. She needed to go home and sleep it all away.