Wow, have I been gone a while. I am very sorry for that. I'm sure I've got a list of excuses and I'm just as sure you all don't want to hear them. Just be assured that I'm here with a new chapter. I'm sorry to say I won't promise you that the next one will be out quick. Honestly because I don't want to lie to you people. That being said I just wanna say that I sort a blazed through this one so I could get it out as fast as possible. So if it seems rushed thats why.
Oh and I've been getting a few nit picks from people about my last chapters lemon. Yes, I know that sports bras don't have claps. Well shego's does and it will be a plot point… spoiler alert.
Honey Pot chapter 6
Lighting the stove
Laying on his back Ron's body was heavily enjoying the brand new memory foam mattress. Years of being dragged around the world on trains, cars, planes, and jets only to fight- or in Ron's case run from super villains. Of which when he wasn't trying to keep up with his near super-humanly athletic best friend Kim. All on a diet of high fat fast food.
So when Ron came into his fortune it might have seemed like he instantly bought ludicrous stuff, but the first thing he bought was a brand new mattress to replace his old and worn spring mattress that had giving him nothing but problems. Every single time he has laid in it he almost instantly fell asleep and very few things could wake him up. As both Kim and Rufus could attest.
Laying next to him was none other than Bonnie Rockwaller on her side. Yawning, Bonnie stretches her arms out as she rolls over onto her back. Relaxing her arms down on her sides Bonnie looks over at the alarm clock on the lamp table and sees the time in glowing red lights and how she has a solid good five minutes until it usually goes off. Not feeling like going back to sleep for those few short minutes Bonnie sighs as she sits up.
Looking around the room Bonnie notices all the things that have changed since the night she first showed up those few short weeks ago. Bonnie can't help but nod at how much progress had been made on that alone. Hearing a familiar snore, Bonnie looks down at Ron and sees how drool is running out the side of his open mouth.
'It was all given to this idiot. An idiot who never had a girl friend in is life and a weakness for pretty girls.' Bonnie grew a lop sided grin as she looked lower and notices a large tent made out of bed sheets pitched at his crotch. 'And a million dollar cock.'
Bonnie's lop sided grin quickly morphed into her famous smirk as she reached out and grabbed Ron's erect member through the sheets. "Thank god for morning wood."
Bonnie looked back up at Ron's face and saw that while he flinched he didn't wake up. Bonnie couldn't help but lick her lips looking back down as she felt how hard his member was in her hand before it started throbbing.
Having enough Bonnie reached over to the lamp table drawer before quickly pulling out a condom. Bonnie bit off the wrapper as she pulled the sheets off of Ron. Even in the dark room Bonnie saw Ron's member in all its throbbing glory. Bonnie slipped on the condom before she all but jumped over on top of him so she was straddling Ron's lap.
As the naked cheerleader positioned herself, Bonnie took a deep breath. She then lowered herself and moaned as she felt Ron's member enter her. Bonnie went slow to enjoy as much as he feeling as possible. When Bonnie got to the bottom she closed her eyes as she rotated. Bonnie moaned louder as she grabbed her right breast and began teasing her nipple.
ALARM! ALARM! ALARM!
Instantly Ron slammed down his hand on the stop button, ceasing the infernal device. As Ron rubbed his eyes he heard a familiar noise he couldn't place. Opening his eyes to look over at the clock to check, but before Ron could even turn his head he sees the most beautiful girl he knows on top of him. He sees Bonnie's tan brown breasts bouncing, he feels how tight she is as Bonnie shifts from side to son with him inside her.
"Holy Crap." Ron mumbled as he reached and grabbed Bonnie's supple behind. Ron holds her steady as he starts pumping into the queen bee much to Bonnie's delight.
"Oh God. Oh Gawd!" Bonnie groaned as she bent over Ron's frame, her hand on his chest holding her up as she bounces on Ron's cock.
Her tits jiggling in his face Ron stares at them for a moment before he lowers his right hand from her behind to the back of her thigh for leverage. Ron then lifts Bonnie up as he pulls off the bed with him before he rushes over to the far wall. When Bonnie's back hit the wall she creamed in pleasure as she came from Ron slamming balls deep into her. Bonnie continued her cry of ecstasy while she wrapped her arms around Ron's shoulders and legs around his waist.
"Fuck me Ronnie! Fuck me Ronnie!" Bonnie screamed as Ron continued to pound into her. Soon enough Ron changes his grip by moving his right hand from Bonnie's thigh to her right Breast as he aggressively kissed her neck.
Of course Bonnie loved this and yelled out in pleasure coming for the second time that morning. Feeling Bonnie tightening even more as he kept plowing into her. Ron himself wasn't far behind her. Ron gave a few slow hard thrusts into the groaning cheerleader as he filled the condom. Bonnie gripped Ron tight with her arms and legs as he gave one last thrust into her and kiss on her neck.
The two stayed there for what seemed like eternity until they both came down from their high. Bonnie unwrapped her legs around Ron's waist and slid them down his side until her feet were on the ground, allowing Bonnie to stand on her own. Ron himself pulled his face away from her neck and took a few steps back, pulling out of the satisfied queen Bee. Both groaning as he did so. The too stood there trying to catch their breath against the wall in the dark room for a few moments.
"That was awesome."
"Yeah, it was." Bonnie nodded as she tried walking around her talented benefactor. But when she tried she felt Ron's hand on her right breast. In way too good a mood to be annoyed or mad Bonnie simply pointed to his hand. "Ron, let go of my chest. I need to take a shower."
"O-oh, sorry." Ron apologized as he lets go.
"Its fine." Bonnie shrugged as she made her way to Ron's private bathroom.
As Ron saw her walk around him and to her bag next to the bathroom door. All the while enjoying the sight of Bonnie's luscious behind, like he always has. It was different this time because it was the first time he'd seen her from behind standing completely naked instead of in her underwear. So wen Ron saw Bonnie walk away he sow how juicy and supple her butt really was and that she had no tan lines. Which Ron couldn't help but be surprised by. Ron knew that Bonnie liked to tan often but with this last piece of info Ron realized Bonnie tanned naked.
Down inside of the now fully renovated kitchen Ron was sitting at the counter in his usual red jersey eating a bowl of lucky charms as he watched the news.
"Last night in downtown Middleton, long standing public menace Drew Lipsky, AKA 'Dr. Drakken' had teamed up with disgraced auto-motive developer Edward Marks AKA 'Motor Ed'. The two terrorized and caused a substantial amount of collateral damage before they were stopped by local teen hero Kim Possible, with limited assistance. More at 11. Now for the weather. Tiffany-"
"I'm rich and they still don't mention me." Ron sighed as he took another bite of his cereal.
"I'll admit I've got some mixed feelings about that myself." Bonnie announced. Ron turns around and sees Bonnie walking down the stairs wearing a spaghetti strapped purple top and dark gray pants and a duffel bag handing on her shoulder. "Part of me wants you to get recognize. Great for PR and press, but we're not really ready for that. Besides there was a lot of damage and since you're rich they might want you to pay for it."
"Yeah..."
"Still though." Bonnie said as she walked into the kitchen and dropped some bread into the toaster. "You risked your life. What time did you get home last night, 2 in the morning?"
"Somewhere around that time. I don't remember." Ron answered rubbing his eyes.
"They still expect you and Kim in school today?"
"If I'm not there's a good chance I'll get suspended." Ron answered. "Now you know why I sleep in class so much."
"You've been doing this since what, freshmen year?" Bonnie asked as the toaster dinged. Bonnie grabbed the toast as she said. "Jesus, if it wasn't the first day of your class I would have had you call in saying you were gonna be late to sleep for a few hours."
"Awww, you do care." Ron joked. "And yeah, freshmen year. You didn't know that?"
"I didn't care to until now." Bonnie answered as she took a bite of her toast. "And I want you focused. You're scatter brained already as it is with enough sleep."
"Well if that's true why did we have such a fun morning?"
"Ugh…." Bonnie grunted as she took another bite of her toast. "I was hoping you wouldn't bring that up."
"I wake up this morning to find the hottest girl I know naked on top of me. You really think I won't bring that up?"
"Don't put too much thought into it." Bonnie rolled her eyes. "When I got you that suit the deal was if you're meeting went well we'd do it. I was just keeping up my end."
"Hmmm… not buying it." Ron shook his head before he drank the rest of his cereal.
"Buy it or not, thats how it is."
"Well I-" Ron stopped himself as his skeptical stare turned into a blank look with his mouth open. Bonnie raised her eyebrow at the blond.
"Stoppable?" Asked as she saw Ron's blank stare morphed into a smug grin. Bonnie scowled at him as she sat down her toast. "Ron, whatever you're thinking you're wrong."
Ron kept his grin as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the kitchen counter. Feeling her cheeks heat up Bonnie slapped her hands on her waist. "You listen to me Ronald Stoppable. You might be a millionaire but t-think for a moment that you-your right about what you, you're..."
Ron's smirk grew as he pointed at Bonnie's blushing pink face. "You liked it didn't you?"
"Ron, girls do like getting laid as much as guys. Yeah, I enjoy it too." Bonnie rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Yeah, but for as long as we've known each other you've hated to be in the same room as me. Even when you became my 'financial security adviser' it didn't get that much better."
"So what? You thought that every time we did it I was forcing myself through it?" Bonnie asked finishing her toast.
"I'll be honest, every time I thought about it kept getting… distracted." Ron answered as his eyes drifted from Bonnie's face down to her chest.
"Yeah, well- Stoppable?" Bonnie snapped her fingers regaining Ron's attention. "I don't ever pretend I enjoy anything. If I don't like something I make sure they're aware of it."
"Oh, well-"
"Listen, if anything is associated with your money or our business you can be sure I will be 100% brutally honest about it."
"Good to know." Ron nodded. "But just for the record that included sex right?"
"Yes," Bonnie sighed. "just for the record that includes sex."
"Sweet. Okay, who rocks?"
"You do." Bonnie sighed.
"Who rocks in the kitchen?"
"You do." Bonnie answered rubbing her temple.
"Now, who rocks in the sack?"
"You do." Bonnie begrudgingly answered shaking her head from side to side annoyed at having to eat her words.
"Boyah!" Ron cheered giving himself a fist bump as he spun around on the kitchen stool.
"Ron?" Bonnie asked as she walked up to him.
"Yeah-" Ron was cut off as Bonnie grabbed his jersey collar before pulling his lips against hers. Ron quickly melts into the kiss as it becomes more intense. Bonnie slides her other hand up to his chin and hoists the millionaire up to his feet as he pushes hi lips open with her own before slipping in her tongue. But the kiss ends as Bonnie slides away. Ron falls to the ground completely stiff. Bonnie smirks as she steps on Ron's foot which stands him up like a rake, his face right next to hers. Bonnie slides her hand against Ron's erection though his pants.
"Who can tease you crazy?"
"Y-you can." Ron stuttered before Bonnie grinned and gave him a small peck on the nose.
"Attaboy." Bonnie teased lightly padding his crotch. Trying to control herself at feeling Ron's mighty member throbbing in her hand through his pants as she was so hot and wet from the kiss… and hold back laughter seeing Ron groan and his eye twitch.
Begrudgingly, Bonnie backed away from her millionaire partner and grabbed her bag as she made her way to the garage. When she opened the door Bonnie turned around and immediately focused on the tent in his pants. Bonnie bit her lip before she took a deep breath and exhale. Looking back up Bonnie saw that Ron was still in his dreamy stupor. Bonnie grew a lopsided grin as she rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers.
"Ron, earth to Ron."
"-Huh?" Ron asked quickly turning his head from side to side.
"Couple things. 1. Go to school around ten minutes or so after I leave. 2. Leave your pet rat here so you don't get slammed with another health code violation or something. And 3…" Bonnie looked down and pointed at his crotch. "Take care of that."
Ron looked down and nervously chuckled. "Got it."
"Oh, and don't be late." Bonnie teased for the last time as she left.
Ron stared at the door in a daze for what seemed like eternity before Rufus climbed up his master and onto his shoulder concerned. "That girl is gonna kill me."
"Uh-huh." Rufus squeaked.
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Digging through his back pack in his recently emptied, scrubbed and polished locker Ron pulled out his coveted recipe book. Pulling out his key Ron opened it before going to the page with the dishes he planned to use that day. "Ah, Cheeze-"
"Hey Ron."
"Gah!" Ron spazzed surprised dropping his book. "Jeeze, Kim a little warning the next ti- Monique?"
"Yup." Monique nodded. "How you do'n string bean?"
"Oh hey, sorry. Thought you were Kim."
"No worries." Monique shrugged picking up Ron's recipe book before inspecting it and giving it a funny look as she saw the lock and design on the cover.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous." Ron answered taking his book back.
"Was that a diary?" Monique chuckled.
"N-No!" Ron stuttered. "Its my recipe book."
"Really, well than why is it covered in hello kitty with a lock on it?"
"Hey, just one of m recipes almost got me 100 million. I needed a book that I could write in that could be secure."
"So you chose an old diary? You know the locks on those things are cheaper than a 2 dollar pencil sharpener and might as well be made of plastic right?"
"Nahhhh." Ron groaned.
"Oh and does every recipe start with Dear diary?" Monique joked.
"Very funny. Look, I have a big day and I'm already running late." Ron said as he started walking down the hall.
"I know right!" Monique cheered catching up to Ron. "Kim's only now getting the key to the city. How is that even possible?"
"I think its because its the first time any villain has really rampaged in Middleton. Usually Kim and I stop them in some other city or country."
"Makes sense." Monique shrugged. "I just hope Kim is ready for it. You should have seen how nervous she was this morning when we went over the acceptance speech."
"Acceptance speech?" Ron asked as they turned the corner.
"Yeah, Wade drew up a good for her when he told Kim about the whole thing. We spent over the first two classes practicing it."
"Crap really?"
"Oh yeah." Monique answered. "You didn't know that?"
"Nah, did not."
"Okaaay, weird. Kinda surprised Kim didn't ask you to help her with the speech, or even tell you."
"I'm not. Whenever she's really into something she forgets everything else and jumps to whatever will help her the most." Ron explained as they turned another corner. "I'm not exactly the best person to study with. Especially when it comes to speeches."
"I'm not. Whenever she's really into something Kim forgets everything else and jumps to whatever will help her the most."
"I can see that." Monique shrugged. "You think she'd at least send you a text. But hey, you going? One of us should be there."
"You're not going?"
"I didn't do so hot on my last chem test. If my parents found out I left school to go to an award ceremony that wasn't mine they'd flip."
"But… its Kim. The town hero. I thought they liked her?" Ron asked as they reached the door to the home-econ room.
"They do. Its just… you ever heard of helicopter parents? Well mine are straight up predator drones parents." Monique sighed. "They really want me to be the first person in our family to go to college."
"Wow, just wow." Ron shook his head.
"Wait, you're not going?" Monique asked confused.
"Nope," Ron answered. "I got class."
"Ha! Right." Monique laughed. "Ron, you're on her team. I've seen you ditch class just because you wanted some 'snackage'. What makes this class so different?"
"I'm teaching." Ron bluntly answered as he opened the classroom door and walked in.
"Wait, what?" Monique asked in shock as she fallowed Ron, but hit her face on the hard wooden door as it closed. Monique rubbed her nose in a huff as the bell rang.
"Shit!" Monique rushed inside the classroom and all but dived for the closest empty chair. Which just so happen to be next to Mr. Ron Reiger who couldn't help but smile.
"That's one strike Miss Ramsay." Mr. Barkin declared as he marched past her desk.
"Mr. Barkin?" Both Monique and Ron asked in surprise as he continued walking up the room.
"Yes, and don't think I forgot about you Stoppable." Mr. Barkin stated as he snapped his fingers before pointing at the teachers stove in front of the class and behind Ron himself. "You were almost late to the first class you were supposed to teach. Not a great start."
"Stoppable is teaching?" Justine Flanner skeptically asked in disbelief as her neighbor Tara continued to chew her doublebubble.
"Did you know about this?" Ron Reiger asked to Monique who just shrugged confused.
"Yes, Mr. Stoppable is the student the school is allowing to teach this class." Mr. Barkin answered. "Honestly people, you all knew that it was going to be a student who was going to teach this class. Mr. Stoppable managed to make millions off of one recipe. I thought you were the bright kids?"
"What are you doing here?" Ron asked as he walked behind the teaching stove at the front of the class.
"The school and the law will not allow an unsupervised- minor access to anything flammable, hazardous, or dangerous of any kind for any period of time. Especially one so accident prone. So the school has assigned me to be that supervisor." Mr. Barkin declared as he continued his march until he was in front of the teacher stove, giving Ron the same spirit crushing stare he gave back when he was a drill instructor in the army. "All of that was in the contract given to your lawyer by the school staff. Didn't you know that?"
"Uhhhhh..."
"Oh come on! This guy's gonna teach us?" Justine scoffed as she folded her arms. Ron Reiger nodded behind her. Monique couldn't help but nod admittedly while Tara shrugged.
"Stoppable." Mr. Barkin shook his head in disbelief.
"Hey, there was a lot in that contract. It was a whole binder."
"Stoppable, I don't pretend to know how much was in that contract but it couldn't have been that much."
"Well, whatever." Ron shrugged. "Besides Mr. B, you were filing in for the home economics class in my freshmen year. Remember how great I was? You know I got this."
"Oh I remember Stoppable," Mr. Barkin answered before he leaned down and whispered. "And if you think I'm gonna pay for a gourmet meal in the cafeteria when I can get it for free you're out of your mind."
"Oooookay, I'll make sure you get a discount." Ron joked.
"Ughhh." Mr. Barkin groaned as he turned around and made his way to the back of the room. "Alright Stoppable, we're a good 10 minutes into your fist class and you haven't even started. What are you waiting for? Wow us?"
"Uh-ha." Ron awkwardly laughed as he looked around at all the many faces in his class. Filled with the names of people in his grade who had the individual brain power to make Ron look like he belonged back in kindergarten.
"Okay," Ron took a deep breath. "thank you all for signing up for this class even though it doesn't offer any credits. It really means a lot to me. Now we'll start today with a classi-"
"There's no credits for this class?" Monique asked.
"No." Mr. Barkin answered. "Mr. Stoppable is not a government licensed teacher. He is therefore unable to teach classes that issue credits. This class is 'just for fun'."
"I'm out." Justine said as she grabbed her backpack off the ground and headed for the door.
"Me too."
"How didn't I see this coming?"
"Oh come on guys." Ron groaned as he saw more and more of his students getting up from their desks and walking to the exit.
"Yeah, sorry Ron."
"You too Monique?" Ron asked as she grabbed her backpack and made for the door.
"I'm sorry." Monique shrugged. "I really am. But if my parents found out I took a class with no credits while one of my friends taught it they'd freak. I'd be 10 times worse than going to Kim's thing."
"Nahhh!" Ron groaned as he slammed his head on the cutting board section of the teachers stove. Mr. Barkin himself folded his arms as he watched the last of the students left the room, well all but two. Taking one last look around the room he found none other than Tara King and Ron Reiger still sitting at their desks.
"Are they really telling me that they had no idea that this class didn't offer any credits. It was posted right up there on the school bulletin. Do any of you kids read anymore?"
"Why did they all leave?" Ron asked.
"What'd you expect Stoppable. This class is only open to those who have a 3.7 GPA. I was surprised you even had so many sign up for your class. Makes sense now they didn't know. EVEN THOUGH IT WAS POSTED ON THE SCHOOL BULLETIN!" Mr. Barkin shouted. "How about you two, why'd you stay."
"I have nothing better to do this time ah day." Ron Reiger answered as he leaned his chair back and put his feet up on his desk.
"I knew about the no credit thing." Tara answered.
"Sit down." Mr. Barkin ordered shoving Ron Reiger's feet of the desk. "Well Stoppable, luckily for you the state law mandates that any class provided in any public school has to have at least 2 students. You've got that…barely, and you've already wasted around 15 or so minutes. Ready to call this quits?"
"Wow, wow, wow Mr. B. Ron Stoppable is many things but never a quitter." Ron declared as he set the old and rusted stove setting to 'warm. "I'll turn this around. Just you wait..."
"I am waiting." Mr. Barkin Rolled his eyes.
"Huh," Ron said as he kept shifting with the oven setting but it refused to respond.
"Something the matter Stoppable?"
"The oven, its not lighting." Ron answered confused.
"Hold on, let me have a look." Mr. Barkin said as he walked back over behind the teaching stove and shoving Ron out of the way. Mr. Barkin proceeded to try and set the stove but like Ron before him it refused to light. "Weird, this thing worked last time we used it."
"When was that?" Ron asked.
"Back when I last taught you and Possible in here."
"That was years ago. Does anything in here still work?" Ron asked as he walked over to the nearest sink and turned the cold lever only for goopy brown water to come pouring out.
"Ewww, I can smell it over here." Tara said as she and Ron Reigher pulled the collar of their shirts over their faces to cover their noses.
Ron immediately turned it back off but it took a few moments before the goopy water stopped flowing. "Thats just all kinds of wrong."
"What are the odds?" Mr. Barkin asked as he walked over to the fridge next to them and grabbed the handle.
"Uhhh… I wouldn't Mr. B." Ron suggested as he backed away.
"Don't be such a worry wart Stoppable." Mr. Barkin rolled his eyes. "Whats the worst that could happen?"
"Why did he asks that?" Ron asked as Mr. Barkin opened the fridge door only for a black and Grey stripped animal to jump out of it and landing on and scratching up his face.
"OH MY GOD!" Ron Reiger yelled.
"Its got my face. Get it off. Get it off!" Mr. Barkin yelled as he tried pulling the terrified creature off of him. Unfortunately while the creature's front paws were scratching at his face its bottom paws here holding onto his jacket for dear life.
"What was a racoon doing in there?" Tara asked as she jumped out of her desk before running over to her teacher and tried pulling it off him.
"Why did you ask that? Why did you ask that?! Crap like this always happens when you ask that question."
"Whatever just move!" Ron Reiger yelled as he pushed Ron Stoppable out of is way so he could reach up into the one of the cupboards for a pan to hit the raccoon with. But the moment he opened it three large rats fell out it and on top of him. Tara instantly screamed at the sight of the rats. In her fright she yanked the raccoon off of Mr. Barkin's jacket and flung it across the room. The second it landed it raced for the door and sliding right through the narrow little crack between the door and the wall.
"What is wrong with this place?" Mr. Barkin asked as he covered his face with his hands trying to ease the pain and the blood. But that was quickly undone when Ron Rieger walked back into him as he tried pulling the rats off of his hoody, knocking them both on the ground. When they did the back of Mr. Barkin's head hit another cupboard door and broke it open. Instantly dozens of cockroaches came rushing out.
This time it was Ron who screamed as he pulled Mr. Barken up to his feet, grabbed Tara's hand and dragged them both toward the door to the room as fast as he could. Ron Reiger was right behind them. Just as he pulled off the last rat from is hoody, Ron Reiger forcefully and loudly slammed the door shut behind him. The gust of wind this caused was enough to knock loose one of the loosely screwed in light bulbs in the ceiling, causing it to slam and break when it hit the floor. The spark from that break was more than enough to ignite the gas that was still being pumped through teachers stove. Creating a loud explosion.
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