Sooooooo...You may have noticed that this is not, in fact, part two of the Dubai one-shot. Now before you take out your machetes, I would just like to point out that this chapter - excluding the A/Ns is over 10,000 words long! The longest continuous thing I've ever written. And I'm goddamn proud of it! *She says with conviction*.
Anyhooo, don't worry, I will be posting part 2 of the Dubai series, I just got really inspired by this one.
Actually, the idea came to me from Unknownperson123, who asked me to do a one-shot where Kim is shirtless. Although this may not be exactly what you had in mind, I hope you still enjoy it, wherever you are :D
*WARNING* CONTAINS HORNY TEENAGERS AND A FAIR AMOUNT OF CURSING. READ WITH A CUP OF COLD WATER BECAUSE THINGS ABOUT TO GET HOT IN HERE!
Allons-y!
"This heat is unnatural!"
A very tired, very sweaty Jerry Martinez was currently lying on the marble floor of the east hallway at Seaford High, trying desperately to cool down his body heat. By the sound of his whining, it must not have been working.
Milton Krupnick wasn't handling the heat very well, either. He had slumped down onto the floor, leaning against a metal locker and fanning his face with his maths test - he got an A, naturally - even flicking water onto his face every few minutes.
Eddie Jones could be seen next to a very flustered Jack Brewer, the two of them huddled next to the air vent, sharing what little fresh air managed to come through.
Things were even worse outside; Kimberly Crawford was practicing some new cheerleading choreography with her co-captain Grace and their squad, and Kim was positively melting. Her cheer uniform had become like a second skin, clinging to her sweat with an iron grip, and the constant trickle of moisture down the small of her back was driving her crazy. She was sure that she stank something horrible, but so did everyone that day, so she didn't feel so bad.
She still hadn't eaten yet, and she was counting down the minutes until she could clap her hands and announce the end of practice. She had thought of cheating and just skipping those remaining three minutes and forty-six seconds, but she knew that this choreography was too important to overlook.
"Alright girls, I think we can do just a little bit better!"
A symphony of pained cries was her answer.
Seven minutes and sixteen seconds later, Kim had already torn off her uniform and doused herself in deodorant. She wasn't prepared for such a heat wave, and her change of clothes had consisted of jeans and a long-sleeved purple top. She wouldn't last an hour in those clothes.
As a clever alternative, though, she was able to scavenge a pair of comfy workout shorts and a white tank-top from her friends. The shorts were a little tight and the top a teenie bit see-through, but Kim really couldn't complain.
She was more worried about old hag Wilson catching her in those clothes. She'd get detention for a week.
She was crossing the east hallway on her way to the cafeteria to meet the guys, but as it turns out they were closer than she had thought.
She spotted her friends all looking extremely idiotic and sighed to herself, rolling her eyes. People walking down the halls were casting them confused and nervous glances, probably wondering if they were mentally unstable.
Kim unfortunately knew the answer to that.
She also caught sight of a small group of sophomore girls all huddled together behind a pillar, giggling and staring at Kimberly's best friend. Her mouth curled into a frown. It was no secret that nearly the entire female population at Seaford High School was lusting after Jack Brewer, but the problem was that so was Kim. Although the extent of her affections went a little further than simple attraction. She had suspected for a while now that she was in love with the idiot, but her pride was too great to ever admit it to Jack. Although she knew deep down that the reason she never acted on her feelings was an ever present fear of rejection, that he will never feel the same way about her.
So she told herself that if she can't kiss him, she'll just have to find other ways to touch him. Like the occasional sucker punch, or head-lock.
brushing off her annoyance and rolling her eyes at her friends' stupidity, she marched over to Jerry first, grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet with one good yank.
"Ow! No! There's too much hot here, I need the cold! I need the floor! Give it back! I'll die without it!" Kim's hands went to her hips as she glared at her latino friend impatiently. "You can't live without your balls either, would you like me to take them away, too?"
Jerry blanched. "Okay, okay, I get your point. I'm good now. Temporary moment of madness, that's all."
"Better."
Kim then went to Milton, then Jack and Eddie, snapping them all out of their deluded state.
"Okay, I think that we can all agree that this heat is just ridiculous." The guys groaned their agreement. "I mean, ten more minutes and I would have probably found you guys stripped down to your underwear! And I'm in this ridiculously small outfit..." she trailed off, turning her friends' attention towards her...fitting ensemble. She blushed when she saw Jack's eyes linger on her chest.
The brown-haired black belt was sure that his pants had just gotten a lot tighter. She just had to come strutting over dressed like that. Was she trying to give him a heart attack?
"So," Kim brought everyone's attention back to the subject at hand. "I think that it's safe to say that the temperature isn't about to drop for at least a week, so I suggest we take a little trip somewhere this weekend. Any ideas?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Oooh! Oooh! I know, I know, pick me!" Jerry was jumping up and down with his arm raised in the air as if they were in class.
"Go on Jerry, what's your idea?" Kim sighed, expecting the worst.
"We should go to the beach! It'll be totally swag!"
"NO!" The rest of the group shouted in unison.
"Definitely not," Milton shook his head. "Not after the last time."
"Yeah," Eddie agreed. "It took weeks to get rid of the stench of seagull poop. I am not going through that again.
"Aw, come on you guys! It was just a bit of laxative in the bird seeds. How was I supposed to know that they were gonna end up shitting on everyone?" Jerry pleaded his case desperately, but none of his friends seemed convinced.
After a few moments of silent thinking, Jack was the one to come up with their plans for the weekend.
"What about that new water park?" He had asked. "It opened last week, about an hour from here, near Sea World. Of course, it's a lot cheaper than Sea World. It's got, like, thirty rides and loads of food stands. What do you guys think?" He seemed excited.
"I say hell yeah!" Hollered Kim, who was soon joined by Eddie, Milton and Jerry.
It looked like they had a fun weekend ahead of them. Kim couldn't wait.
But first, she needed some of that air vent.
They had been in that small, ugly car for fifteen minutes, and Jack already felt like he was about to die.
Not because he was hot - no, the air conditioning worked fine - or because Jerry had let loose one of his atomic farts.
The reason Jack was so worked up was sitting right next to him. Or rather, on him.
Milton had gotten his second-hand Volkswagen polo - or something like that - about five months ago to celebrate his driver's licence. It was a horrible green color and sometimes it smelt of eggs, but Milton was enamored.
The only real problem though, was the lack of space inside. It was supposed to fit five people, but Jack assumed that the middle seat in the back must have been made for a midget. He doubted anyone over six years old could fit in that tight spot. And he was right.
Sandwiched between a fidgety Jerry and a broad-shouldered Jack, Kim was positively squished.
She had been confident upon entering the vehicle, but as soon as Jerry had squeezed in, she had realized just how broad her male friends actually were. To avoid having all of the bones in her legs crushed, she had been forced to elevate them, resting them on Jack's legs instead. She would have been embarrassed, had it not been such a relief to have the blood flowing in her legs again.
Some time later she had started to get back pains from her awkward position and Jerry's constant fidgeting, so she ultimately ended up removing her seat belt entirely - much to Milton's disapproval - and turning sideways in her seat. With no qualms, she made herself comfortable; lifting up Jerry's right arm and bringing it to rest around her so that she was nestled comfortably against his side, her head resting on his shoulders, which didn't seem to bother her latino friend in the slightest. In fact he was perfectly happy to accommodate her; it wasn't as if she took up much room, anyways.
Left with only her ass resting in her original tiny seat, Kim then lifted her legs to swing up onto Jack's lap, kicking off her sandals and getting comfortable, sticking her tongue out at her friend when he sent her a look of mock annoyance, although neither of them could complain : they often got much more cozy than that in public, not really caring if anyone mistook them for a couple. They quite fancied the idea themselves.
But although Jack was more than comfortable with his best friend resting her legs on his lap, the fact that they were covered only by a tiny pair of yellow, cotton shorts made the situation just a little bit harder to bear.
On more than one occasion, Jack had found his eyes gravitating towards Kim's smooth, tanned legs that seemed to just go on forever. All the cheerleading and karate that she practiced on a regular basis had made her body fit and toned, which was becoming more and more apparent to the brown-haired black belt the more he stared.
He may have been too cowardly to confess his feelings for her, but he could at least admit to himself that he was lusting after her. Big time.
And that was bad. Very bad.
About half an hour into the car journey, the teens had almost run out of games to play, and Eddie had suggested that they put some music on. So they did. That also turned out to be very, very bad.
twenty minutes and nine Miley Cyrus songs later, Jack was ready to claw out his own eardrums. Hearing Jerry sing along to 'Wrecking ball' was most certainly on his list of top ten traumatizing experiences. He was completely off-key, and he didn't even know half the words. 'We can't stop' was worse. Eddie joined in for that one, and as good a singer as his mother was, Eddie seemed to take after his father in the musical department. Tone deaf.
That didn't stop him, though, and he went on to accompany Jerry in a heavy-metal rendition of 'Adore you'.
Jack cursed old Mrs. Krupnick for buying her grandson that damned CD.
"Oh my goodness, it' so beautiful!"
Milton stared up in awe at the sight before them.
After an hour of confinement and mental torture, the fresh air was a sweet relief to the gang.
They had parked the car next to a pet grooming salon a few blocks down, and were currently waiting in line at the entrance of the new water park.
Above the large gate, they could see the tops of palm trees, speakers and water slides, the tallest of which Jack immediately recognized as the 'Tornado', said to be the most thrill-inducing slide in the state.
As he announced this to his friends, everyone seemed to perk up, regaining their energy and already planning their course of action for the day. Eddie and Milton both agreed that they would take it slow, starting with the smaller slides and gradually building up to the scarier ones. Jerry had a completely opposite view of things though, he was determined to dive straight into the hardcore stuff, starting with the big rides and ending with them.
Jack and Kim had decided that they would just stay casual, hopping on whichever slides seemed fun. They had a whole six hours in front of them, there was no reason to rush anything.
"Just you wait, guys. Today is going to be awesome!" Jerry exclaimed. Kim agreed. This was definitely going to be fun.
All of a sudden Kim noticed a girl about her age, maybe a little younger, saunter over to their little group with a cocky air of confidence.
"Hey there," she greeted them. "My friends and I couldn't help but notice you guys standing here looking all starry-eyed and amazed. Is it your first time here?" It may have just been her paranoia, but Kim was almost positive that the question was directed solely at Jack and Jerry. The blonde firecracker felt a pang of annoyance at the way she was ogling her boys.
And yes, they were her boys : she was the sole girl in their tight-knit group - even though Milton sometimes seemed more like the mother hen - and she felt a strong protectiveness to every single one of them. Milton was kind and awkward, and Kim was always happy to help him out in social situations - Just last month, she had helped him form a love letter based off elements of the periodic table for his six month anniversary with Julie; Eddie was so generous and caring, and he was always asking Kim to test out his new culinary creations - he had taken quite a shine to everything cooking-related since she'd bought him that cook book last year; Jerry was goofy and often quite clueless, and Kim felt very protective of him whenever anyone questioned his intelligence or tried to take advantage of his trusting nature.
And Jack...well, that was a whole other matter to itself, she supposed. It was clear to pretty much everyone-including him, she suspected-that she was very...territorial over the cocky goofball. Although they weren't actually dating - or even an item, for that matter-there seemed to be this unspoken consensus throughout the school's female population that he was hands - off to anyone but Kim.
So when the harpie flipped her annoyingly glossy black hair over her shoulder, putting on the charm for Jack and a topless Jerry, Kim was less than pleased. But what was even worse was the fact that she had basically blocked out Kim, Eddie and Milton, effectively lowering the two socially awkward boys' already low self-esteem.
Although Jerry seemed clueless to the awkward situation; greeting the girl and being his usual friendly self, Jack luckily picked up on the rude way in which she had dismissed their friends, giving her only a small grunt in response to her introduction that, in Kim's mind, went something like : 'Blablabla, I'm a stuck-up bitch, blablabla, I'm superficial, blablabla, my voice is irritatingly high'.
But really her name was Celia.
"So what are your names?" She then asked, giving them that wide-eyed, twirling-her-hair-around-her-finger, I'm-so-dim look that had probably gotten her countless dates in the past. Jack was having none of it, though, crossing his arms in front of his chest looking all imposing, before putting her in her place.
"Well my name's Jack, and this here is my dear friend Jerry," he responded in a clipped tone. "And those people you just disregarded? Also my friends. And they have names, too," He lifted an arm, gesturing to us one by one. "This dapper young man here is Eddie, he plays the cello and makes the best lasagna," a comment which made the young man in question scratch his head and turn pink. "The tall smart-looking guy next to him is Milton, and he's worked with NASA," the ginger ninja stood up a bit taller at that, obviously proud of is accomplishments. "And the pretty blonde is a top-notch cheerleader and a black belt in karate, which means that she can pretty much make a grown man her bitch." He turned his judgmental glare back onto Celia. "There's more to people than what you see on the outside. So maybe next time you feel like approaching a guy, you'll pay a little attention to his friends, too. You might find that they're pretty awesome, too."
Wow. She obviously had not been expecting that kind of response and visibly, neither had any of The gang. Kim was kind of awestruck at how Jack had stood up for all of them, although she had never expected any less from someone as honest and loyal as him.
Obviously embarrassed and humiliated, Celia turned a bright shade of crimson and quickly dropped her head, mumbling something incoherent under her breath before scurrying away back to her friends further down the line.
"That was, like, totally swag, bro!" Jerry patted his best friend on the back, obviously now caught up on the situation.
"Yeah," Milton chimed in, his red hair sticking to his forehead from the perspiration. "You were really great just now. Thanks for always sticking up for us."
That time it was Jack's time to blush, although his cheeks were much less flushed than Celia's had been. "Come on guys, you know it's no big deal," he modestly brushed them off. "You're like family, there's no way I'd have let anyone get away with what she just did. We stick together." His gaze unconsciously slipped over to Kim. "No matter what."
Jerry seemed thoughtful for a moment, which momentarily shocked his friends. Jerry thinking? That wasn't something you saw everyday.
"What if there was a zombie apocalypse, and one of us was infected with the deadly, incurable zombie virus? How would we stick together?" He genuinely seemed troubled, and maybe that's what caused their whole group - excluding the poor, clueless dancer - to burst out into laughter, bending over with tears forming in their eyes.
"What'd I say?"
"Okay, so we meet back at in this spot at lunch, alright?"
Everyone nodded at Jack, all more than eager to start their adventure.
"Yes, yes, five o'clock next to the hot dog stand. We've got it, it's all in our heads, now can we please go play?" Jerry was acting like a petulant little child bouncing up and down on the stone pathway. The guys were all in their swimming trunks already, all they needed was to whip their shirts off and they were ready to go.
Kim, however, had brought her swimsuit in her backpack. When the guys had asked her why she hadn't just worn it under her clothes, her explanation had given them quite the mental image :
"You saw how bumpy some of those roads were. If I'd have worn a flimsy bikini top instead of a bra, I probably would've ended up knocking someone out with my boobs. Trust me, it's better this way."
So when the group finally went their own way at the water park, Jack and Kim's first stop was the changing rooms.
"Don't worry, I'll only be a minute," were her last words before disappearing through he large wooden door and out of Jack's sight.
To his surprise though, she was right : it was only moments later that the blonde bombshell re-emerged from the ladies' room, and in that moment Jack was very grateful for the blue backpack that he was holding in front of him, effectively hiding the growing tent that had started to form in his board shorts.
Jack had seen his best friend in a bikini on several occasions and his heart skipped a beat every time, but this was somehow different. When Kim had told him that she had gone shopping for a new swimsuit, he had envisioned her usual choice of a plain, halter-style top with boy-short bottoms. In fact he had envisioned it many times. Often at night.
But what she came out wearing was enough to make him forget all about those boy-shorts.
Her filled-out chest was covered by a strapless, bra-like top that supported her boobs, making them look even rounder than they already did - which Jack was not objected to, by any means. Although really, she didn't need the extra boost; even with a normal, triangle bikini her boobs looked round and full. Jack imagined that if he were to touch one of her breasts - hypothetically, that is - it would fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. And he had quite large hands.
The bottom half of Kim's body was covered considerably less than when she wore the boy-shorts. The only coverage she received was from two, triangle pieces of fabric connected by a metal loop on each side. And when she turned momentarily to close the door properly, Jack got a lovely view of his crush's toned, round ass that he had been lusting after ever since he first saw her in yoga pants. The white bikini on her tanned skin made her practically glow, and if Jack wasn't so disciplined, he would've grabbed her gorgeously fit body and dragged her back into those changing rooms to ravish her, water park be damned.
Jack felt the sudden urge to thank her parents for passing on such good genes.
He must have been staring too long, because he suddenly heard Kim clear her throat, and when his gaze finally found her face, she was giving him an accusatory stare.
"My eyes are up here, bucko." She tried to sound stern, but internally she was jumping up and down waving her pom-poms in the air. It had worked!
It hadn't been Kim's original plan, but when she stumbled across the sexy number, she couldn't help but want it, if only to rile Jack up. She knew that he found her hot, but she wanted to see just how much she could affect him.
And damn if his reaction hadn't made her stomach flip.
Jack's face turned a light shade of red and he cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed.
"Sorry," he apologized. "I, uh...I was lost in thought for a second, there," he lied miserably.
Kim cocked an eyebrow. "What were you thinking about?" She asked him, unconvinced.
"Boobs," was his immediate answer, but as soon as the word left his mouth, he tried to fix his mistake. "Boots! I meant boots! I-I was just thinking about a really cool pair of boots that I saw someone wear yesterday."
Kim almost laughed at his pathetic attempt at lying. "You saw someone wearing boots in summer?"
"Well technically it's not summer yet, it's late spring and - "
"Jack. Chill, it's cool. I'd stare at me too; I'm one fine piece of ass," she teased, and Jack found himself relaxing.
"Can you hand me the bag, please? I need to find a hair tie." God, he just couldn't catch a break.
He hesitated for a moment, knowing full well that if he removed that back from in front of his crotch, Kim would be sure to notice the uncomfortable tent in his pants.
Think of grandma...brussel sprouts...elbows...mayonnaise...It was working, slowly but surely, as he felt his...member start to deflate.
"Heloooo," Kim called, waving her hand in his face to get his attention. "What are you doing? You look like you just ate one of Phil's week-old falafel balls."
"Sorry," he brought himself back to the moment at hand. "You wanted the backpack?" He extended his arm out to her, the blue bag in his hand, feeling confident that she wouldn't detect what was left of his boner.
Kim brushed off his weird attitude and fished around the backpack, doing a little fist pump in the air when she found a black hair tie.
When she had tied her hair into a messy ponytail, she removed her bracelets and put them in the bag for safe keeping, before zipping it up and placing it in one of the lockers on the wall opposite them.
She handed Jack the rubber wristband/key thingy and warned him : "Do not lose this. I'm trusting you to put it on and keep it on. If we can't get that backpack back, we're screwed." It contained everyone's cell phones, money and the car keys inside. All very important things that they would be stranded without.
"Why don't you take it then, if it's so important?" He questioned, not wanting to have to worry all day about losing it.
"Because last week I managed to lose my mom at McDonald's. I trust myself even less than I trust you."
She did have a fair point, there.
"Ladies first," Jack grinned mischievously at Kim, who was looking down from their position at the top of the queue for 'Whiplash', one of the bigger and more frightening rides of the park. They had already been on two small slides, four slightly bigger ones and spent a while in the wave pool that morning.
About half an hour after lunch with the gang - having learnt that Milton and Eddie had been only on children's rides and Jerry had obtained one girl's number and gotten slapped by three - the dynamic duo decided that it was time to hit the big rides. And hit them they did.
"I don't see any ladies here," the blonde shot back, jabbing him in the ribs just because.
"Alright, I'll go ahead," Jack relented. "But that means that when it's your turn to go down, I won't be there to support you."
Before she could change her mind, or even reply for that matter, the light next to the blue slide turned green and Jack wasted no time in sliding down it.
And then that left Kim, alone in front of a line of strangers, nervously waiting for that little red light to change colors again. She should've gone first, Jack was right; without anyone to psyche her up and chase her fears away, she wasn't even sure that she'd be able to go through with it.
It wasn't that she was afraid of heights, or anything like that, in fact she was usually quite daring.
But the little boy she had seen crying earlier, holding a bloody handkerchief to his nose kinda put her off the big rides. Hell, it had put her off the small rides. She didn't want to break her nose! She couldn't afford plastic surgery, not with the pay she got from her crappy job at the nail salon! She didn't even get free manicures, for god's sake, and that was the whole reason she wanted the job in the first place!
Already completely off-topic, Kim was brought back to reality as she noticed the light turn green again, signaling that it was her turn to enter the dreaded contraption.
For a moment she almost didn't do it, but then she though of Jack waiting for her at the bottom, and she knew that she couldn't let him down.
Jack was waiting at the bottom of the large, winding slide feeling invigorated. He hadn't felt a rush like that for a while, and the adrenaline felt great pumping through his body.
He placed a hand over his eyes to ward away the sun as he tilted his head up to the top of the side, trying to spot Kim. He caught a glimpse of a blonde ponytail which he assumed to be hers and smiled. She was still there; she wouldn't have turned back. Not his Kim. His Kim was fearless, and that was part of the reason that he loved her so much.
Several moments later, he heard a loud, feminine scream and shortly after, a small figure emerged from the exit of the slide, splashing into the pool of water that was there to cushion people's fall.
After all, it wouldn't be nearly as fun to land on cement.
His blonde firecracker emerged from the water with a gasp, smoothing her hair back and wiping the chlorine out of her eyes. She seemed to take a few moments to realize where she was, and when she spotted Jack her mouth spread into a large smile, amusement shining in her big, brown eyes.
"That. Was. Awesome!" She squealed, wading out of the water and coming to stand next to Jack. "Let's do another one. Come on," she didn't leave her friend a chance to reply before grabbing his hand in hers and dragging him across the park, searching for another ride.
"I told you you'd be fine," Jack laughed at her sudden eagerness.
Looking back at him as they walked, Kim narrowed her eyes. "No you didn't, you just said that I probably wasn't going to die."
Jack just shrugged. "Meh, same thing."
Soon they found another thrilling ride, 'The Bowl' and joined the long queue. Kim was glad they had until five. That gave them about four hours left, plenty of time to go on the maximum amount of rides, and maybe even float about in a dingy on the lazy river.
"Ooh! I forgot to ask," Kim suddenly exclaimed. "How did your math test go? I wanna know if all that time spent in the library with Mrs. Biggs was worth it," she joked, remembering the many times they would see the old librarian's head peek out from behind a corner and glare daggers at them, her bony old finger coming up to her lips in a stern shush signal.
Jack laughed at her comment, obviously remembering, too. "It went pretty damn well actually, I got a B+. Mr. Patonson was just as shocked as I was; he even accused me of cheating.
Kim could understand why; Jack was never really one for schoolwork, often cutting class and getting detention for being 'disruptive'. It wasn't that he wanted to fail, he just never really had the motivation to try harder. After all, he already knew that he wanted to be a pro skateboarder, and where was the math in that?
The blonde halted them both, before surprising her friend by jumping into his arms, lifting herself off the floor so that Jack was forced - yeah right, as if it was a chore - to wrap his arms around her narrow waist to support her. He was totally not thinking about the way her boobs were pressed against his chest. Nuh-hun. He wasn't that kind of guy.
"Oh my God Jack, that's so fantastic! I knew you'd do well, you worked so hard for this." She smiled up at him with pride and adoration in his eyes, and Jack went weak in the knees. Never before had he known anyone so supportive and caring of him - aside his family - and his heart swelled at the thought that Kim was only ever like this when she was with him.
"Well, it was an important test," he said, putting her down back onto the floor, as much as it was killing him to do so. "And you're a great tutor." He looked at her with affection. "I couldn't have done it without you, Kimmy-bear. You're like my lucky charm," he let slip, instantly cursing himself for saying something so cheesy.
'You're my lucky charm'? Really, dude? Comparing her to cereal?
Kim didn't seem to mind though, in fact she started to giggle in that way that only she could, a faint blush finding its way to her cheeks. She peered up through the hair that had fallen over her eyes, giving him a soft smile. "Maybe I am."
Stupid stupid stupid! Kim was so embarrassed. 'Maybe I am'? What kind of response was that? Dimwit.
For a moment they were both silent, until they heard someone behind them clear their throat, and they suddenly realized that they were indeed in public, surrounded by people who were staring at them with a mix of emotions. Mostly annoyance.
They jumped apart from each other, majorly embarrassed, and moved forward a few meters in the line, having not previously noticed it moving forward.
"Sorry," Kim called out to the people behind them.
Although she really wan't.
"Okay, I can see why it's called 'Turbulence'. This thing looks crazy scary."
Once again, the duo found themselves at the top of a queue, waiting for only a couple more people to pass before it was their turn.
"This time I wanna go first," Kim declared. Jack cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah? How'd you come to that decision?"
Kim shrugged. "I dunno. I'm just feeling this one, man, you know?"
She looked so exited, like a little puppy, Jack thought with a smile. "Alright, well then brace yourself because you're up next," he pointed out as the man with the hairy back in front of them disappeared down the plastic tunnel.
Kim took a deep breath. She could do this, she was pumped and ready to go. She was still riding the afterwaves of her last adrenaline high, and she wanted to keep this energized feeling for as long as possible.
As she stepped up to the slide, Kim took a moment to look back down. From her position at the top, she could see the many twists and turns of the ride, that even did a small loop that was sure to make her feel queasy. From the past slides she had learnt to keep her eyes closed - unless she wanted a gallon of chlorine in them - and to stay lying down with her head slightly raised. She learnt that last one the hard way when, on the second slide, she decided to sit up suddenly, banging her head and her heels against the hard plastic tube in the process. She was sure to have a million bruises come Monday, but she couldn't really bring herself to care; she was just having way too much fun.
The little light turned green and Jack patted her on the shoulder in an encouraging way. "Go for it, you daredevil," he teased, and before she could change her mind, she was hurling herself down into the abyss.
Woah! Well if that wasn't a rush then Jack didn't know what was.
When he floated out into the main pool, he wasn't surprised to see Kim waiting for him in the water among all the other people. What did surprise him though, was the look on her face.
He quickly - well, as quick as you can move in waist-high water - rushed over to where she was crouched down in the blue water by the side of the pool, arms crossed in front of her chest with a distraught look on her face.
"Kim, what's wrong?!" He asked, voice full of urgency. "What happened, are you hurt?"
His blonde friend shook her head miserably. "No, no, I'm fine, I just..." Her hesitation only served to fuel Jack's anxiety.
"Kimmy-bear, you can tell me. What is it?"
Her whole face turned a bright shade of red as she turned away, embarrassed, before answering him in a quiet voice.
"Jack, I...I lost my top."
It took him a few moments to process what she said, but when it finally clicked, Jack found his wide eyes drifting down to her chest which, sure enough, was bare, covered only by her tanned arms.
Jack was baffled. "What? How did that happen?"
Kim ducked her head, obviously uncomfortable. "I don't know, I just...it must've come undone while I was in the slide. I tried looking for it, but I can't find it."
Jack nodded his head in understanding."Okay. You stay here, I'm gonna try and find it. Just stay calm, okay?" He waited for her small nod before wading out to the middle of the pool, searching for a floating piece of white fabric.
Minutes later, he had still not found the bikini top, there were simply too many people in the pool. Kim was going to freak out if she didn't get it back, and Jack was kind of worried, himself. He debated whether he should keep looking or not, before deciding that he didn't want to leave Kim alone for too long, not wanting her to panic any more than she already was. He had no idea what they were going to do, but he'd figure it out eventually.
At least that's what he was telling himself.
When Kim caught sight of him, a spark of hope had ignited inside of her, only to fizzle out when she noticed that he was empty-handed.
"I'm sorry, Kimmy-bear, I couldn't find it. But don't worry, you're gonna be okay, everything's gonna be fine, we're gonna sort this out." Suddenly, and idea hit him. "Hey! Maybe I could just get you a shirt; it might not be ideal but it would keep everything out of sight." He blushed at that, suddenly thinking about 'everything'.
His solution didn't seem to go down very well with Kim though, her face turning a scary shade of white and her eyes widening in panic.
"No!" She exclaimed impulsively, overwhelmed by her whole situation. "Please don't leave me alone, Jack. I don't want to be left by myself, topless, in a pool full of horny teenage guys. I need you with me!" She urged. "Please, you've gotta have a better idea."
As a matter of fact, Jack did have another idea - although whether it was better was still up for debate. Hesitating on whether it would get him slapped or not, he finally decided to take a leap of faith. Not that he had much faith in this particular plan.
Looking into Kim's eyes, his face a mask of complete seriousness, he asked her : "Do you trust me?"
The blonde just stared at him, baffled. "What is this, Aladdin?" She was confused. "Of course I trust you, you dimwit, you're my best friend. Now would you care to explain what it is exactly that you're - Waaah!"
Jack knew that he was going to regret this. Not leaving her time to finish her sentence, he leaned forward and pulled her into his arms, lifting her up from the ground.
Kim squealed in shock. What was he doing!? As she felt her feet leave the ground, her natural reaction was to wrap her legs securely around Jack's waist, not wanting to fall out of his arms and create a scene. Unfortunately, she still found herself tilting backwards, and if she didn't do something quick, she would end up hitting her head on the side of the pool.
Deciding that it was her best option, she took a deep breath before unwrapping her arms from around her boobs and with lightning speed, wrapping them back around Jack's neck so as to bring herself into an upright position, effectively smushing their chests together in the process.
They both froze then.
Jack tried his best not to groan at the feel of their skin-on-skin contact, but it was proving harder than expected. For so long he had fantasized about being like this with Kim - although, granted, in a slightly different situation - and now that it was finally happening, well, Kim wasn't the only one with trouble staying upright.
All the cheerleader felt was embarrassment. Well, that and extremely turned-on, but mostly she was embarrassed. Jack must have thought that she was some sort of sexual deviant, practically attacking him like that. Although, she reminded herself, he was the one who had picked her up in the first place. She was thankful that he did; even though she was half-naked and wrapped around Jack Brewer, she was fucking half-naked and wrapped around Jack Brewer! Her emotions were all over the place. She did feel better though, in his arms. Less exposed to the world, as if nothing could hurt her. And she knew that Jack would never hurt her. He was her night in shining gi.
Snapping himself out of his stupor, Jack started to stride out off the pool, coming out at a little beach-like area with umbrellas and deck chairs. "Alright Kim, just hold on tight, okay? No one can see you, I've got you. Just close your eyes and let me protect you."
And that's exactly what she did; shutting her eyes tightly and burying her face in the crook of Jack's neck. In that moment she felt safe, truly safe.
Kim was surprisingly light, in Jack's opinion. For some reason, because of all the sport she did, he thought that she would be heavier. But he supposed that it made sense, after all; she was quite a small girl, measuring around 5'2 - almost a foot shorter than himself. He never saw her as small or fragile though, even though most people did upon first meeting her. Jack knew her, and he knew how strong she was, how capable. But in moments like those, when she was feeling vulnerable and exposed, he couldn't help but want to protect her. He did love her, after all.
He didn't miss all the strange looks he was getting from people, from the disapproving glares of mothers to the congratulatory fist pumps of teenage guys, and he was just glad that Kim had her eyes closed. His grip on her waist tightened slightly; he didn't want her to feel embarrassed or dirty, and so he picked up his pace, wanting the whole ordeal to be over for her as soon as possible.
When he arrived at their destination, Jack wasted no time as he strode purposefully through the door to the women's changing rooms, averting his eyes from any of the women who might be...well, changing.
Still holding his little firecracker, he announced : "Don't worry ladies, I'm just helping my friend here who had a little incident with her swimsuit. Could one of you be so kind as to lend her a towel please?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a middle-aged woman grab a pink towel and brought it over, holding it out for Kim. Jack gently set her down, taking good care not to look at her as he did so. He didn't want the tent in his shorts - it was like the fifth boner that day - to become any more visible.
Kim quickly placed one arm around her boobs and took the towel in her free hand and wrapped it around herself, thanking the lady She was grateful that Jack had looked away, but also slightly disappointed. Did he not find her attractive? That couldn't be true; it was only a few hours ago that he had been staring at her as if she was some sort of goddess.
"Thanks," she whispered to him, not feeling capable of looking him in the eyes without blushing. She was grateful to be fully covered again, but she couldn't deny that she felt a little cold without the skin-on-skin contact anymore.
"Don't mention it. I'm gonna go get your shirt, ok? I'll be right back." And with that he swiftly exited the room, glad to be away from all the grannies in bikinis.
When he came back a few moments later, it wasn't Kim's T-shirt in his hands, the girl in question sent him a confused look.
He explained : "I was gonna get yours, but if you'll remember, it was kinda white. So I figured I'd bring you mine instead. It may be a little big, but I figured that that wouldn't be such a bad thing right now."
Kim giggled and tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear. "Thank you," she took the shirt with the hand that wasn't currently holding the towel up.
When a few seconds past with no movement from either teen, the blonde raised her eyebrow. "I hope you weren't expecting a show, Jackson. You should know that I'm not that kind of girl." She gave him a mischievous smile, "at least not until the third date," she winked.
Jack nearly choked. He was used to Kim teasing him on a regular basis, but this was taking it to a whole new level; she was in a towel, for christ's sake! This was just cruel!
He cleared his throat awkwardly, glad to see that the amount of people in the room had seriously depleted, obviously not wanting to stay in close vicinity to a couple of horny, half-naked teenagers. Hell, the sexual tension was so thick that it would take a chainsaw to hack through it!
He turned away then, giving her some privacy while he waited for her to cover herself up. He just hoped that it was as baggy on her as he thought it would be, because he really didn't think that he could handle any more of her delicious body.
"I'm good, now," he heard her announce after a few seconds. "You can turn back around."
He did as she instructed, but when he laid his eyes on her, he felt like punching something. Did this world have no mercy?
She looked so small in his dark green V-neck, the hem of the shirt almost reaching her knees. The static friction from the material had made parts of her hair stick up in awkward places, and she had this pink tint to her cheeks, all in all making her look like she had just gotten out of bed after a serious roll in the hay.
This aroused him very much.
He was just about to suggest they go and search for her missing top, but before he could get a word out, Kim launched herself at him, tugging at his neck and smashing their lips together, taking his breath away in the process.
This is crazy, Kim thought. She was kissing her best friend! She didn't know what came over her. One minute, she was covering herself up and the next, Jack was looking at her as if she were a slice of chocolate cake and he hadn't eaten in weeks.
The next thing she knew, she was practically attacking him, but the thing that shocked her the most was that he was kissing her back!
Kim hadn't really thought through what she would do after initiating the kiss, having little to no experience in that department. So when Jack took the reins and tipped her head back, deepening the kiss, she completely surrendered.
There was something frantic in the way they were practically devouring each other, years of longing and pent-up emotions suddenly pouring out of them, hitting them like a tidal wave. They both wanted this; they'd wanted it for so long, and in that moment they embraced their feelings.
Nothing else mattered but the feel of their bodies pressed together, the taste of their lips, the passion they shared.
Completely immersed in the moment, Jack cradled Kim's face in his large hands, backing her up slowly against a tiled wall.
The blonde gasped as she felt Jack's tongue sweep across her bottom lip, making her heart beat ten times faster. He repeated his action, and she then understood what he was trying to convey. Giving in, she opened her mouth to his, allowing his tongue to slip inside and dance with her own.
It was the single most amazing experience of her entire life, and Kim couldn't believe that it was really happening.
She moaned into Jack's mouth as she felt his hands suddenly grip her hips, sliding all the way down to the back of her thighs before hoisting her up, pinning her against the wall.
She wrapped her legs around his hips in response, gasping loudly as she felt him through his shorts, pressing against her bikini bottoms. Jack groaned when she bucked her hips impulsively, nipping her bottom lip in retaliation.
Kim opened her eyes then, surprised to see his own brown orbs staring at her with an intensity that made her shiver. Jack nipped at her again, this time keeping her lip between his teeth, tugging on it slightly before pulling away.
Kim was about to protest, but the words got caught in her throat as she felt him start to press hot, open-mouthed kisses onto her neck, making her buck her hips again in pleasure. She could feel him grin against her skin before his mouth found its way down to her collarbone, sucking on the soft flesh before biting down gently, eliciting one hell of a sexy sound from Kim's lips.
"Jack - Oh god, you're killing me, here," she gasped, out of breath, before tugging roughly at the base of his neck, bringing his mouth back to hers so that he could resume kissing her within an inch of her life.
She ran her fingers through his impossibly soft hair, scratching his scalp when he surprised her by sucking on her tongue. Although he hissed at the pain, she could tell that Jack actually liked it by the way that he tried pressing himself even closer to her, something that seemed quite the impossible task at the moment.
"Want you...so bad..." he whispered between kisses, and he proved his point by trailing a hand back up her thigh, slipping it under her shirt and gripping the soft curve of her waist. The contact felt amazing, and it made Kim think of when they were both pressed up chest-to-chest, the warmth of his skin driving her crazy.
Jack seemed to be having the same thoughts, as only moments later Kim felt that same hand trail further up towards her chest, tightening her legs around his waist in anticipation. He was just about to reach his goal when they heard a loud bang coming from the door, the enamored teens jumping apart as quickly as they could, their hormone-induced haze clearing up.
Suddenly, a group of screaming women of all ages filled the room, frantically running about the small space and pushing one-another in a fight to get a cubicle. The duo simply watched, wide-eyed and stunned at the scene unfolding in front of them.
The lady who had given Kim the towel spotted them then, approaching them quickly. "Hurry! Get changed! There's a snake loose in the park! Someone said it was a viper, we've all been told to evacuate the area! Grab your things and leave, while you still can!" she pleaded with them, before turning away and pushing an old lady aside to get an open cubicle.
Jack and Kim shared a baffled look, and Jack decided that it would be best for him to take the woman's advice and leave before women started undressing in the open.
Still slightly confused, the two made their way to the exit, heading towards their locker. What they saw outside was more people running about, panicked. Opening the metal box it and retrieving their stuff, Jack asked :
"What do you think she was talking about? D'you think that there's really a snake in the park? It hardly seems like something to evacuate the place for."
Kim sighed. "I have no idea, but I don't want to take any chances. I'm already pretty dry, so I think I'll just put my shorts on and do the rest in the car; I don't really feel like going back in there, now." She blushed then, suddenly remembering what they had done only minutes ago.
"Do you mind if I keep the top until then?" She asked, noticing the way Jack's eyes drifted to her chest when she mentioned his top. She was glad to see that she wasn't the only one affected by what had just gone down between them.
Jack blinked several times before snapping out of it. "Uh...yeah, of course. Keep it for as long as you need," he offered. "I'm sorry we couldn't find your bikini top," he looked contrite. "If you want I can phone them up tomorrow to see if they might have recovered it. I'll even drive back down here and pick it up for you."
Kim was touched by his kindness, It was one of the things that she loved most about him. "Jack, you really don't have to do that. It's probably covered in some kid's pee now anyway," she joked, trying to cheer him up. "Besides," she added, "you don't even have a car at the moment. At least not until it gets repaired after that huge dent you put in it. I'm still mad at you for being so reckless," she accused him. "You just don't know when to stop, do you?"
The look he shot her then was one of pure sin. She shivered when he leaned down and whispered :
"That didn't seem to be a problem in there, did it?" He countered, and Kim had no response. Unless you count a distracted 'Uuhhh...' and a bunch of shaky breaths.
The black belt smirked at the effect he had on her, but he stopped the teasing there because he knew that she could just as easily pull the same trick on him and provoke just the same reaction from him.
"We should get going," he then advised, bringing Kim back from her trip to Lala land. "I'm sure the guys will be waiting for us at the car now if they've heard about the snake. Milton will probably be in a different state by the time we get there; he's afraid of everything that isn't human or a small bird," he joked, although it was completely true.
"Okay, let me just put my shorts on."
Jack watched in fascination as she shimmied her smooth legs through the two leg-holes, doing a little jump to get the pants up past her ass, the same ass that he had gotten to know quite well as he had her pressed up against the wall when they were making out.
If he died right then, he'd die a happy man.
"Alright, let's go," Kim said as she zipped up the backpack.
And off to the car they went.
"You what!?" Kim couldn't believe it.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!" Jerry apologized. "He was just so small and adorable and Lonnie kept going on about how much his species loved water and I just had to take him with me! I couldn't let him rot away in that glass cage for the rest of his life without ever knowing what the sea looked like," he said with conviction.
Milton scoffed. "That wasn't the sea, it was a pool!"
"Same thing," Jerry brushed him off.
"And I think that you seem to be overlooking the fact that you just stole a corn snake from Reptile World, who don't take very well to animal abduction!" Milton practically had steam coming out of his ears.
"I think I need to lie down," he announced. "I've been through enough stress for one day." And with that, he got into the car leaving Jack, Kim, Eddie and Jerry still outside.
When the two black belts had arrived at their parking spot they had discovered a very sun-burnt Milton scolding a very guilty looking Jerry, holding a very cute, small snake.
As it turned out, the whole panic at the park had been caused by Carlos, the coral snake, wrongly identified as a viper by some old lady with shortsightedness.
"Listen, Jer," Jack sighed. "Does Lonnie know that you took Carlos?"
The latino shook his head. "Naw, man, I took him early this morning, before the store opened. I managed to swipe Lonnie's extra keys a few weeks ago. I've been sneaking in at night to raid the cookie jar ever since." He giggled. "He has no idea it's been me eating all his oreos. It's got his panties in such a twist."
This time the sigh came from Kim. "What are we gonna do with you, Jer?" She asked to no one in particular. She smoothed back her hair.
"Go on, get in the car before you burn," she instructed, frightening herself slightly at how much she sounded like her mom. "And make sure to keep a good hold on Carlos, we don't want Milton to have another spaz attack.
She watched as the dancer and the playah got back into the vehicle, Keeping Jack behind.
"Not you," she told him when he went to follow the others. "We still need to talk."
The brunet acquiesced as he let her drag him off under a tree, bringing the backpack with him.
"Pass me that, will you?" She asked him, taking the bag as he handed it to her, taking out a lacy blue bra that made Jack blush. He tried - and failed - not to watch as she slid it under her - or rather, his - T-shirt, somehow managing to put it on without removing the shirt, which disappointed Jack greatly.
She went to take the green V-neck off then, too, but Jack stopped her, really not in the mood for another boner.
"No, it's fine. Keep it on, it looks better on you, anyway."
Kim smiled at his comment, before her look turned serious.
"Jack, about what happened in the changing rooms," she started nervously. "I - "
"Don't," Jack interrupted. "Don't tell me that it was a mistake, or that you regretted it, because trust me, I know it would be a lie." When she didn't correct him, he continued. "I felt those sparks when you kissed me, when I kissed you, and I know you felt them too. And if you try to tell me I'm wrong, I can show you the bald spots on my head from where you were practically ripping my hair out."
His blonde friend turned a bright red, remembering how caught up in the moment she had been.
Jack took her hands then, staring deeply into her eyes as she looked up at him. "Listen to me, Kim," he ordered softly. "I'm about to tell you something that I've been wanting to tell you for a very long time, now." He took a deep breath, and Kim found herself taking one, too.
Finally, he just came out and said it. "I'm in love with you, Kim. Completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with - Uumph"
Once again Jack felt himself cut off by Kim, the soft feel of her lips against his driving him mad. Their second kiss was just as passionate as their first, although considerably less urgent. They took their time, this time, with slow, languid kisses that made Kim feel like nothing else mattered. Only this moment existed, and they were making the most of every second."
When Jack finally pulled away, they were both breathless. He had one had tangled in her hair, the other was cheekily cupping her ass, and Kim was looking at him with those big, brown eyes of hers that never ceased to take his breath away.
"Sooo," he breathed. "Does this mean you feel the same way?" He asked, although deep down he already knew the answer.
A slow, mischievous smile started to form on Kim's face, and she stepped up onto her tippy-toes, bringing them nose-to-nose as she whispered to him, a sparkle in her eyes :
"I'll let you know after the third kiss."
Tadaaaaa! You have no idea how hard it was for me to include the 'and they lived happily ever after' x)
This was so much fun to write, even though I often found myself cringing at my complete inability to write make-out scenes. I always feel like I'm writing some sort of porno 8========D
Aaaaaand, on the subject of pornos, I think that after the Dubai one-shots I'm gonna take a break from this little series and start a new story. Still Kick, of course, and obviously I won't stop Demons and chocolate bars, either. It's my baby :D
Anyway, this new story is most probably going to be M-Rated, since I've gotten so many - *ahem* two - comments about you guys wanting smut to happen, but since this is a T-rated series - barely - I figured that I might as well just start a new story. I'm really exited for it, too, although you guys might not be able to read it for another few months because, well, I'm the world's biggest slacker.
Oh well.
Enjoy your croutons!
-CCC
