Hello everyone I'm back with a new chapter of Honey Pot. I know its a bit sooner than before well thats because I'm sorry to report that this is a somewhat smaller chapter than usual. Spoiler alert but its just about 2-3 scenes. But trust me when I say this, what happens in this chapter is pretty important plot wise. Because a lot of important stuff goes down.
Well without further a due here's the next chapter.
Honey Pot- Chapter 3
Blueprints
In the fairly sized mid-western city of Middleton sat the local high school smack dab in the center. A place of learning for the local teenagers, but now was not that time as it was after 3:00 PM and the normal school day had ended. Now the only people at the school were at the various sports programs, including cheer leading which had fairly recently been made famous by the local town hero. Or by the janitors and of course the unlucky and unruly students forced to inhabit detention.
The only student at the moment forced into said detention was the borderline infamous side-kick turned down on his luck Millionaire. In his usual red jersey Ron sat in the desk center of the room alone with his only company being his school arch-foe Mr. Barkin as his jailer.
Sitting impatiently in his desk Ron stares at the clock at the head of the classroom just above the whiteboard which he has done every time he had been put in that god awful room. This time is no different. Though unlike before both the hour and minute hand were spinning and spinning around in the clock. Seeing this himself Barkin sighed as he walked under the clock and slammed his fist on top of it.
"Stupid thing's broken again." Barkin then adjusts the clock's hands to what it says on his watch. "They should really fix the damn thing." Ron groans as he rests his head down on the desk. "Quit whining Stoppable. You have about... meh, 10 minutes left."
Ron simply sits back up in his desk and rests his head in his hand. "All this for being late to class?"
"Stoppable, last week you were late to class every single day. Consider yourself lucky that you only got one detention." Barkin chastised as he goes back to sit in his own desk. But just as he pulls out the chair his phone vibrates in his pocket. Taking it out he checks the collar I.D. "I have to take this." Barkin announced as he walked toward the door. "You can leave in about... eight minutes."
Ron sits there at the desk for those minutes with the only thing to do is watching the broken clock spin and spin. Bored Ron takes out his phone and finds that he only has one message from Kim saying that she and Monique are at Club Banana. Ron sighs as he puts his phone away before he checks his right cargo pocket in his pants. "Well I guess we're alone again tonight."
The only response Ron received was the tiny snore of his pet naked mole rat. Looking down Ron sees his intelligent pet napping in the fetal position. Which he had been ding since he ate an entire bowel of cheddar cheese. Now normally this would be no problem but when Rufus didn't wake up after a few hours Ron got worried and discovered that the box he go the cheese from said it expired a month ago.
Ron promptly called the vet and was relieved to hear that the expired dairy would have no lasting negative effects aside from that it would take longer to digest. Though the vet did warn Ron that when it was finally digested it would be a nightmare for all involved. Taking that advice to heart, Ron subsequently kept a roll of toilet paper in his other pants cargo pocket for when the dam finally breaks.
"Ron, oh Ron. Are you awake?" Bonnie asks as she knocks on the open door of the detention room.
Ron stiffens up in his seat from the surprise. But Ron quickly deflates as he sees Bonnie standing at the door in none other than her new purple white and yellow cheer-leading outfit with her trademark purple bag hanging off her right shoulder. "Hey Bon-Bon. What ah- what are you doing here?"
"Cheer leading practice is over." Bonnie explains. "What were you looking at inside your pocket." Bonnie asked pointing at said cargo pocket. "Do you have your pet rat in there?"
"Uh... don't worry about it."
"Whatever." Bonnie shrugs.
"Okay, if cheer leading practice is over why are you here?"
"I'm here for you dumb-ass." Bonnie condescended as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Do you remember the last time we talked?"
"You mean last night?" Ron asked sarcastically. "I'm missing a few parts but I remember most of it."
"How about the part about you not being so stupid with your money. That part ringing any bells?"
"Yeah, that part does."
"Well I found a way for you to do that." Bonnie explained as she dug into her bag for a moment before abruptly stopping and looked around the room. "Will Barkin be back soon?"
"He said he had to take a call and that I could leave in about... 2 minutes ago." Ron answered as he looked at the time on his phone.
"Glad to hear it." Bonnie nodded. "Now get up and fallow me."
"Uh, okay." Ron answers as he does as ordered and gets up out of the desk and walks up to Bonnie before they both head down the hall. As they walk down the irritably lit hallway Ron could hear every creek and rustle inside of that corridor thanks to it being near abandoned. Feeling a chill ride up his spine Ron says. "This place creeps me out when its empty."
"Yeah, it creeps me out even when everyone's here." Bonnie admits as she stops at a door to their right. Reaching into her bag Bonnie pulls out a key and unlocks the door with it.
Seeing this Ron asks. "Where are you taking me?"
"I found a better way for you to secure your naco rights." Bonnie explained as she opened the door and walked in. "Just a little something to help your lawyer."
Ron fallows her and walks in but sees that the room is completely pitch black. Reaching to his side Ron feels the wall for a moment before he discovers the light switch. Flipping it the room erupts in light. Looking around Ron can see that the room was filled with pots, pans and a more than a few ovens with cabinets and cupboards above and next to them. Confused Ron announces. "Bonnie, this is the old home economics room."
"Yep." Bonnie confirms. "I've done some digging and the best way for any law practitioner to secure the rights to an invention of any kind is to patent it." Bonnie explains as she walks up next to Ron. "Did you do that for the naco?"
"Uh..."
"Yeah, I half expected that." Bonnie rolls her eyes as she walks down to the closest desk, turning around facing Ron and leaning against it. "In the fairly likely event that the lawyer we're gonna hire can't secure the rights and you can't get any more royalty checks you need something to fall back on."
"The home economics room?"
"A place to start." Bonnie spelled out. "Ron you have obvious cooking talent, you just have no way to practice it. The kitchen you have, even when its fully renovated, is tiny. The only ones who can try out your food are yourself and that bottomless pit of a rat you have for a pet." Bonnie condescended pointing to Ron's left pocket thinking it had Rufus inside of it as it was bloated, not realizing that it was actually the toilet roll she was pointing at. Rufus himself was in his right. "So what you need is a place to practice. A place with lots of people, equipment, and ingredients you need to work with. The old home economics room has been abandoned since the old teacher for it left and Mr. Barkin got tired of doing it."
"Uh Bonnie, what makes you think the school will let me do this. Last time I tried something like this they shut it down in less than a week." Ron asked. "They also took down all the changes I made to the cafeteria."
"Ron they took down the changes you made to the cafeteria because of a legal thing. The restaurant you ran out of the school was done after class so it didn't interfere with anything. They only shut it down because you had your pet rat in the front on a podium letting people in." Bonnie explains. "Now I talked to the school. Ever since it had its budget slashed a few years ago, the school can barely afford to keep going."
"Really?"
"Ron didn't you thinking it was a bit weird that Mr. Barkin subs for like... every class?"
"Ever since I first came to this school. But I was afraid of what the answer was." Ron answered.
"Well anyway, the school can barely afford teachers." Bonnie rolled her eyes as she planed her hand on her hip. "The only reason they let you and Kim on your little adventures is because it brings them some much needed publicity to the school." Bonnie folds her arms over her chest. "Why do you think they even tolerate two students constantly coming in late and leaving early at least once a week?"
"I always did think that was kinda weird." Ron admitted as he rubbed his chin, contemplating that very same question.
"Yeah, weird. Kinda like a guy who has a pet rat he keeps around with him all the time who got rich by mixing a bunch of nachos with a taco." Bonnie deadpanned.
"Weird but true." Ron nodded.
"Thats like your life philosophy isn't it?" Bonnie asked.
Ron thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Might as well be. Yeah."
"Well, keeping with that grand old philosophy you just decided to live by, I talked to the school. They have something called the 'student teacher' program. It means that the school will allow one student to teach an optional class. Thing is," Bonnie sighed. "neither the student teacher or the actual students will receive any credits. The reason no one has heard of it is because no one has ever done it. Besides, the school heavily discourages it. Yeah, according the principle the school has no budget for a class with no teacher and won't have any credits."
"Makes sense..." Ron said. There is a silence between the two in the previously abandoned room. Its not a tense silence and neither is it a awkward silence. Ron stares at the cheerleader for a moment as he goes though all of the info she just laid out for him. "How do you know so much about this?"
"I asked the principle. The guy would not shut up about how stupid it was." Bonnie groans remembering the faculty leader of their school giving an hour long rant with her all but shackled to the chair in his office forced to listen. "Anyway, you don't have that problem rich boy. If your willing to invest less than a quarter million straight into the school budget they'll let you teach cooking. They'll also let you turn said class into making extra food for lunch and sell it in the cafeteria. The profits of which will be directly pumped into the school."
"... uh, well that sounds good but-"
"Hold on rich boy I'm not done." Bonnie announced with a huge smirk on her face. This wasn't like the condescending, patronizing smirk she wore before. No, this one on her face now was confident and almost happy. "The other part of the plan is that any of the best selling recipes, you patent. Then you take those patented recipes and sell them to any chef or restaurant for a pretty good initial price. But... but you have it so that you get a good 5-6% of the profits of what they sell."
"5-6%?" Ron asked.
"I know it doesn't sound like much, but Ron you've already got a reputation."
"I do?" Ron asked.
"Ron how many millions did you make off of one recipe? One simple, and if you think about it, stupid recipe. As soon as word gets out that your selling your ideas you'll have a line at your front door of guys from every big food chain out there looking for a first pick." Bonnie explained. "You already taking care of the beta testing by selling it and seeing whats popular to teenagers at the school, which make up what? 80% of who eats their food. Thats just icing on the cake."
Ron quietly stands there as the confident cheerleader simply smirks back at him. Going over the entirety of the plan just stares at her in bewilderment. "Huh."
"Huh?" Bonnie asked. "Thats all you have to say to quite possibly keeping your royalty rights and making a lot of money?"
"No its not that. Don't get me wrong. My mind's kinda blown by that right now." Ron answers. "But what really confuses me is that well... Bonnie I've known you since like first grade. When did you get so smart?"
Bonnie looses her smirk and rolls her eyes. "My dad owns a professional marketing company."
"Really?"
"Yep. Both of my sisters are interning for him. After I graduate high school, either when I'm in college or just after I'm going to." Bonnie sighed. "None of us want to do it but our dad is forcing us."
"You don't sound too happy about it."
"He's been trying to teach us this since we were little. Its actually kind of fun. Its just that none of us like the idea of having a boss, especially if its our dad."
Ron shrugs. "I get that."
"Now Ron, this whole thing is about you practicing your cooking and making a buck, yes. But what its really about is you getting a reputation."
"Reputation? Yeah, I know that I'm not getting any of the profits from cafeteria sales but what about that patented recipes?"
"Ron thats not a complete guarantee... yet. It will take time. Think of it as part of an investment. Growing a reputation is part of it." Bonnie explains. "Home town local boy becomes a self made millionaire. Its a classic all-American dream story. Every Red White and Blue nut will eat it up! Literally. You being the side-kick to the town hero is just a bonus."
"I gotta admit that your plan is pretty good. Your dad was smart for teaching you this stuff." Ron gladly admitted.
"Hey, the Rockwallers have more than just looks." Bonnie boasted.
"That they do... but the looks sure don't hurt." Ron said gesturing up and down her body. From Bonnie's perfect athletic legs showcased by the short cheer leading skirt up to her model like face with make up perfectly applied.
"True, it got your attention." Bonnie agreed.
"Oh you've always had my attention Bonnie... or at least my interest. But now you've found me a new get rich quick scheme that might actually work! You negotiated with the school, found a way to bring in money- probably lots of money in the future. You're-"
"I'm warning you, do not call me your secretary... or assistant."
"I wasn't. I was going to say that your amazing and I'm lucky to have you." Ron said with complete sincerity. Though he did try not to sound like he was in a daytime soap opera.
"Damn right you are." Bonnie boasted. "I am amazing... but I'm also lucky that I found you."
Ron stares at Bonnie for a moment before awkwardly asking. "I-is this like the part in romantic-comedy movie where the mean but hot-as-hell girl makes her 'I've always loved you' speech?"
Bonnie looks at Ron for a moment like he grew a second head before she bursts out laughing. Bonnie laughs so hard that she actually bends over and a few tears find their way out of her eyes and slide down her cheeks. Ron could only stand there and watch as the closest thing he had to a manager and friend these days laugh herself silly at his expense. But it didn't last for long. Soon enough Bonnie regained control of herself and came down from her comical high.
Standing back up and wiping away a tear from her eye Bonnie said. "Ron, I've known you since like, first grade, and that is the first time you have actually made me laugh." The queen bee gives a few more solid chuckles. "I've always loved you. They say that blonds can't be funny." Bonnie laughed. "No dumbass. I'm lucky I found you because you've got so much raw talent at something that is always on demand but you don't have the common sense or ambition to use it. Because if you did you would have done all of this on your own."
"Hey, don't hand out all the compliments out at once." Ron shrugged. Honestly what Bonnie said hadn't surprised him or even really insulted him. He'd been insulted and put down by that girl almost as long as he'd known Kim. What she'd just said to him was actually very tame compared to what she usually said to him on a regular basis before he gained the royalties check.
Bonnie herself shrugs at the millionaire. There is an awkward silence between the two for a few moments before Bonnie folds her arms again. "There is ah... one other reason that I was lucky to find."
"What was that?"
"Well you- Nothing, nothing. Look I also brought you here to teach you how to treat a girl during sex." Bonnie said with her lop sided frown.
Ron looses his blush. "What?"
"Ron, I'm not making fun of you but I can safely assume that before I showed up at your door you never gone beyond kissing a girl."
"...Ummm."
"Yeah, I thought as much." Bonnie shrugged. "Luckily I can teach you. Which brings me to the second reason why I brought you to the abandoned home economics room." Bonnie explained with both her hands on her hips. "Ron for the most part whenever we have sex all you do is lay there with me on top of you and grab my boobs through my bra."
"Hey, that last part is not my fault. You never take your Bra off, and in my defense we've only had sex twice." Ron defended.
"Yeah, thats intentional. Its so I always leave you wanting to see whats inside that bra."
"Jesus," Ron groaned. "you know after going over that successful sounding get-rick-quick scheme you came up with and that 'always leave you wanting' bit you just said... are you sure you not a super villain?"
"Ron thats just dumb." Bonnie scoffed. "Super villains always wanna take over the world, wear stupid costumes, and never make a dime. The last thing I want is to be a super villain. Simply not worth the effort for not enough cash."
"Uh... just throwing this out there but ah you do have the costume down." Ron explained as he pointed to the cheer leading uniform. "Just say'n."
"Anyway," Bonnie rolls her eyes. "Ron you have obvious talent with your hands when your handling food. So I'm gonna teach you how to handle a girl. I can't think of a better place than in a kitchen."
"Really, now?" Ron asked surprised. "I mean I got no problem with it but... okay."
"Sure, why not?" Bonnie asked as she dropped her bag onto the floor. "The first lesson is not to be distracted by the girl. Even when she's super hot, like me." Bonnie said as she folded her arms again as she walked a few feet in his direction. Only this time it was under her breasts and her arms mushing them together, making them look bigger as they stretched out the material the top of the uniform was made out of. So much that Ron could see the imprint of the well endowed cheerleaders' breasts through the material and the outline of the bra.
Ron loudly gulps as he sees Bonnie slap on her trademark patronizing smirk as she turned around, folded her arms around to her back to the table and sways her hips as she does so. The short skirt part of the uniform sashayed with her but always so that they swung just enough to tease him instead of showing Bonnie's sweet supple behind or the kind of underwear she was wearing.
When Bonnie made it to the table she turned back to Ron, full smirk and all with her hands tucked away behind her and her chest out toward him. Bonnie then slowly slid up her hands from behind her back to her sides and reached down into her skirt before she pulled up two red strings that had to belong to her thong. Just as slowly Bonnie slid up her hands from her sides, leaving behind the thong straps behind on her hips, up until the sides of her chest before sliding them over her breasts. Bonnie continued to stare at the millionaire with the same patronizing smirk as she fondled herself in front of him.
At this moment, seeing all of this, Ron couldn't help but remark about how sexy the Middleton high cheerleading uniform was. While the sleeves were long thats the most it really covered. The top of the uniform stopped just above the midriff and was very tight against the chest. Which for a well endowed girl like Bonnie meant that the tight top got pulled up so much that it looked like a tube top.
The bottom skirt part of the uniform was little different. While it was longer than the mini-skirt Bonnie wore to his house a few days ago, stopping just at her mid thighs, it was also a lot larger and stretched as it was meant for mobility. Meaning that it moved more than enough for Ron and anyone else to see what was underneath it. Though during cheer practice and games it was usually compression shorts. Clearly not this time. But what the parts of the uniform didn't cover, it showcased. Bonnie's flawless curvy athletic legs none more so. All that in mind it actually surprised him that the school allowed the underage girls at the school to wear them as it didn't seem out of place in porn. But he never complained.
"I can see your distracted." Bonnie teased.
"W-well its kinda hard not to be." Ron defended, his eyes never leaving Bonnie's chest.
"Ron, you need to work on that. You tend to lock up. You need to break out of that. You also need to learn to use your head, and not the one between your legs." Bonnie said pointing to Ron's crotch.
Ron looked down and saw that his member was pressing hard against his pants left leg. Ron shrugged. "I'll work on that."
"Yeah we will. This will probably take more than one... session." Bonnie said grabbing the bottom of the top of her cheerleading uniform. "The second lesson is bra removal." Time slowed down for the millionaire as he watched Bonnie grab and pull up her purple and white cheerleader top. the Queen Bee easily pulled it over her chest, exposing her large breasts inside of the hot rod red lace bra. But the top got snagged when Bonnie tried to pull it over her head. With her chest pressed out Ron had a front row seat as he saw Bonnie's tanned brown fun bags jiggling inside of the tight bra as Bonnie tried to shimmy the top off her head. She quickly did and tossed it down on top of her bag as Bonnie waved her perfect brown hair from side to side.
Even though he had seen Bonnie in without a shirt on and in just he bra before Ron's jaw couldn't help but drop. As Bonnie stuck her chest out Ron said. "God damn your so hot."
After she was done whipping her head around, Bonnie looked at Ron once again. She saw that his eyes were almost double their normal size and squarely on her chest. With Ron thoroughly distracted, Bonnie sighed. "I can see your still distracted. Not exactly in the right direction but it does wonders for a girl's self-esteem."
"Huh?" Ron asked raising up his eyes from Bonnie's chest to her face.
Bonnie gave a light laugh as she smirked back to him. "Ron, this is a little trick my sisters taught me. About the only thing they taught me, is that the best way to learn how to keep focus during stuff like this is bra removal." Bonnie announced as pressed out her chest and slowly strutted her way up to the distracted millionaire. Bonnie stopped as she got right in front of him, grabbed both of his hands and set them right on her hips, over her thong straps. Bonnie then slid Ron's hands up her side to just under her arms before she yanked Ron's hands behind her and placed them on the bra clip. This of course pulled Ron along with his hands closer to Bonnie. So close that Bonnie's breasts were pressed right against his chest with her smirk looking right up at him.
Ron of course was feeling overwhelmed by all this. A good part of him wanted nothing more than to just rip off the bra, grab the cheerleader's ass, of which he knows is firm and plump like a golden delicious, and pin her against something as he kisses her. The other part of him kept him frozen standing there looking in the queen bee's judging eyes.
"Now Ron, I'm going to let go and I want you to grab hold of the bra clip and unhook it." True to her word Bonnie did just that and let go of the nervous millionaire's hands.
Ron stood there for a few moments nervously looking into the cheerleader's enchanting teal eyes. Before he could get too distracted Ron shook his head from side to side before taking a few deep breaths as he reached up from behind Bonnie's back and grabbed hold of the bra strap before easily, almost naturally unhooking it.
Letting go and letting his arms fall to his sides, Ron saw that the bra straps on Bonnie's shoulder's slide off to the sides as the queen bee continued to stare at him in her usual smirk, though not with out a slight look of approval. Because her bra was now unhooked the only thing keeping the bust garment on was the fact that she was leaning her chest against Ron's chest. "I'm actually impressed Ron. It took Brick 2 minutes to get my bra off the first time. He really just ripped it off and ruined it... and like four others."
"Really?" Ron asked still staring at Bonnie's heavy cleavage.
"Oh yeah, really killed the mood." Bonnie said as she slid her arms up and folded them, grabbing a cup of the bra in each hand before she slowly stepped back. "But your just making it hotter!"
Bonnie instantly lowered her hands enough so that her bra fell to the ground. When it did Ron's eye's met Bonnie's glorious naked breasts with her pink nipples staring back at him. Ron was a guy who was born during the computer age and thus had access to the Internet and all the porn it had to offer when he was going through puberty. And in all those years of pictures and videos of slutty red heads and naughty gingers. Ron would admit it. While he would never say it out loud, there was no real shame in his head he had a crush on his best friend Kim. Why not?! She was beautiful, kind, she was willing to do anything for the greater good, or even just for fun. When she did all those flips and acrobatics when cheerleading, hell even on missions against super villains Ron couldn't help but take a few peeks at her butt and legs.
But none of that compared in the slightest to the brunette standing in front of him with her naked giant, round, bare brown breasts in front of him. Somehow, during all of that, the fact that the brunette was his best friends cheerleading sworn enemy just made it all the sweeter. "Go ahead Big Ron, touch'em. You know you want to."
And boy did Ron want to. With his eyes firmly fixed on Bonnie's breasts, he listened to her words and slowly moved his hands up to her boobs. Gently, he grabbed a breast in each hand, noting how each barely fit in them. Finally giving one of the countless fantasies he had been having for years, Ron squeezed them. "Oh god."
Bonnie wouldn't admit it but ever since Brick graduated Bonnie hadn't actually allowed anyone to touch her. Not any of the jocks, not any of the popular boys. Nobody. She didn't know why she just wouldn't let them. they just didn't have the 'top dog' spark that gave their touch that extra spark. But when Ron became rich and she went to his house that night... she felt it again. Even through her bra that night. The next day was no different. But now? When she wasn't wearing a bra and he was touching her boobs... Whoooo. It felt like electricity was running through her breasts in pulses with every nudge. Every squeeze. Every touch!
What helped was that before she had only let team captains and sports stars touch her boobs before. All of them were used to squeezing what was in their hands as hard as possible to make sure they kept holding on to it for dear live. It usually hurt more than pleased her. But Ron didn't have that problem. His hands were trained and used for handling food, delicately handled food. To pay attention to every minor detail that his eyes couldn't see.
So when the millionaire armature chef touched her breasts he was instinctively attune and aware of what Bonnie liked and disliked when touching her breasts. Almost like he was reading her mind or something. It was so uncanny that Ron even knew when to increase his grip and were to pay more attention with his hands. But so used to giving orders Bonnie moaned sensually. "Oh yeah Ron! just like that. But a- ah little harder. Jaysus."
Ron did just as ordered and squeezed harder than before which made the closest girl of his wet dreams moan to heaven as she tilted her head back in pleasure. To mesmerized to realize what he was really doing, Ron read Bonnie's moans of approval and sensitivity of her breasts and placed his thumbs on top of Bonnie's erect and firm nipples and started twirling them like the control sticks of his new X-box.
Always having sensitive breasts and nipples since she first hit puberty Bonnie came right there from the foreplay Ron was giving her alone. Feeling so woozy from coming Bonnie had to grab hold of Ron's old red jersey to keep herself up as her legs became wobbly.
With his hands still massaging Bonnie's breasts Ron barely noticed as Bonnie grabbed a hold of him and pulled onto him for support. He didn't even hear a sound as Bonnie screamed in delight. Though Rufus did. The scream of pleasure was just enough to wake the rodent from his dairy coma.
Popping his head out of the cargo pocket the intelligent animal side-kick looked up and saw none other than his second master's hated enemy shrieking as his beloved master had his hand on her chest in an almost hypnotic state. Rufus raised his arm up to cheer on his master for harming the enemy of his red headed mate. But before he could even think about cheering Rufus felt the desperate need to find a litter box as the bowel of expired cheese finally found its way through the small rodent's colon. Desperately looking from side to side, the tiny rodent could find no litter box. But he did smell one near by. Jumping out of his masters pocket Rufus raced toward the exit of the room.
Outside of said room in the hallway Tara King, friendly and kind member of the Middleton cheer squad was walking in the dark ally for her best friend and leader Bonnie Rockwaller. Continuing her search in the err-illy lit hallway the blond heard a muffled scream.
Reminded of the time Tara and a few others of the cheer squad went to the local haunted house with their dates, along with Kim and the mascot Ron, last Halloween. Tara couldn't help but think that the scream sounded like that time at the house when a hired guy with a chainsaw scared them and Bonnie screamed. It also reminded her of that time last homecoming game where Tara caught Bonnie having sex with Brick after he scored the winning touch down. Concerned and a little scared Tara fallowed the scream. "Bonnie is that you?"
That question was soon answered when the door to her side, the long abandoned home economics room, slid open and a tiny pink rat raced out and ran down the hall. Tara held in a scream of her own as the creature ran past her. The last sight of the pink monster was it forcing its way into the boys bathroom at the end of the hall.
But the blond cheerleader had little time to think of that as Tara heard another scream inside of the room that just opened. Looking inside Tara was met with the surreal scene of Ron with his hands around Bonnie's naked chest, squeezing her boobs and Bonnie moaning her lungs out as she held on to him. "What the hell."
Back inside of the home economics room Bonnie was finally coming down from her high only to go right back on another one as Bonnie felt that Ron was close to making her come again. Tired of foreplay and unable to stand it any longer Bonnie pulled herself back to her feet and grabbed the back of Ron's head before she pulled him in for a kiss. A deep kiss. Her tongue practically forced itself down his throat as she came for a second time on his hands feeling up her tits alone.
The kiss carried on for what felt like glorious eternity before Bonnie had to break it in order to breath. "E-e-enough, of th-i-i-is." Bonnie took a deep breath to catch herself. "Fuck the lessons. I'm to horny." Bonnie kissed Ron again quickly dominating his tongue. "Fuck me!"
Ron, in his dazed state, needed little encouragement. This time it was Ron who grabbed the back of Bonnie's head and pulled her close so he could kiss her and dominate her tongue... at least for a bit. While he did that Bonnie moaned as she reached down and unbuckled Ron's pants and yanked them and his yellow and diamond silk boxers to the ground.
Once she did Ron let go of Bonnie's breast so that he could grab Bonnie by her waist and hoisted her up. Bonnie instinctively wrapped her legs around Ron's own waist as he walked them both to the desk behind them. Once Bonnie's ass hid the desk Ron's hands found the thong straps and untied them before he plowed into Bonnie's wet and tight folds. Bonnie couldn't help but moan into Ron's mouth as she cam the moment he went into her.
With his hands firmly on Bonnie's waist Ron continued to plow with all his might into the brunette beauty as pulled him against her with each thrust with her legs wrapped around him. Nearly coming continuously as Ron rammed his large member into her.
Even in his dazed state, Bonnie's nipples were so hard that then he thrusted into her and her chest bumped against his he could feel her nipples poking into his chest through his shirt and jersey. Like an animal Ron dove forward as he pumped into Bonnie and started kissing at her neck. Bonnie of course loved this like no other as she grabbed the back of his neck with her right hand to encourage this action while she grabbed her left breast to tease herself.
All the while outside of the room Bonnie's BFF and Ron's former crush Tara King was crouched down on her knees, one hand in her cheer leading top groping her right breast, while the other hand was in her skirt and panties fingering herself. "Holy shit!"
The next thing Tara watched was that Ron broke off kissing Bonnie's neck and whispered something in her ear. Bonnie screamed. "Just a little more. JUST A LITTLE MORE OH GAWWWWDDDDD!"
Tara saw Bonnie unwrap her legs around Ron's waist and straighten them out in the air, stiff as a board as she tilted her head back and moaned again. All the while Ron continued to plow into the queen bee but at a noticeably slower pace. Soon enough Tara saw Bonnie lower her legs as she let go of Ron's neck. "Okay, let me go. Cum on my face."
Tara instantly saw Ron let go of Bonnie's waist and backed up a little and out of Bonnie. Bonnie quickly, almost like a rag doll, slid to the floor and onto her knees with her face right in front of Ron's crotch. Tara couldn't really see it exactly but she was sure that Bonnie was giving Ron a blow job as Tara could see Bonnie's brunette hair swish back and forth. Soon enough Ron himself moaned and tilted back his head.
The next thing Tara saw Bonnie do was stand back up, her a face covered in a white sticky substance. But of course Bonnie didn't stay standing up for very long and fell back onto the desk to rest. Her skirt up and legs spread out and her vagina open to Ron. "Jesus, that was amazing."
Ron stood there for a moment just looking down at the gorgeous Queen Bee he had amazing sex with before he grabbed hold of her waist again. This instantly got Bonnie's attention who looked up at the millionaire. Tara couldn't see his face but Ron's back body language screamed confident and horny. "Ready for round 2?"
After a tense moment of silence Tara heard. "Oh gawd. Where have you been?"
Again Tara couldn't see it but Bonnie's voice was dripping with desire. Tara soon heard Ron say. "Around."
Tara then saw Ron push his hips forward as Bonnie moaned again on top of the desk. Unable to help herself Tara continued to finger herself at the sight of her BFF and her former crush fuck themselves silly inside of the former room of learned cooking.
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Yeah, thats it. Wow I know. Longest lemon scene for this entire story yet. I'm sure I have more to say in this authors' notes but I'm just too tired. I wanted to finish this up as fast as I could so I could post it. I'm sorry for all the grammatical errors but please make do.
Also please tell me what you think.
