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Ron answered by drawing Kim close and kissing her. It was a long, slow kiss that lingered until both of them were out of breath. Ron followed it with a second kiss, his tongue inviting Kim to open her mouth. She did, and they flicked gently at each other, probing, tasting.
When he grew tired of that Ron moved his lips down to the tip of Kim's chin, brushing her skin with feathery kisses. He worked his way along the line of her jaw while she moved her head to give better access. Eventually Ron reached his goal. One of Kim's old boyfriends had related how he could bring Kim to a high state of arousal in seconds, just by breathing in her ear. This seemed like an opportune time to test the story.
Given the way Kim tensed up as Ron approached her ear, along with the shiver that ran through her body as he exhaled lightly onto it, lent weight to the tale. The low moan that escaped her lips cinched it
Ron repeated himself a couple of times, then planted a delicate kiss on the outer structure. Kim shuddered and drew in a ragged breath. Ron took the lobe between his teeth and bit down, ever so lightly. Kim gasped, in pleasure Ron was certain. He knew because she was straddling one of his legs and he could feel the sudden, moist heat beneath her panties. As he worked on her ear Kim began to rub herself against his leg.
"Uh uh uh," Ron chided as he left off her ear and pushed her up slightly. "No self-stimulation for you. Not today."
Kim stared at him, her face flushed with desire and embarrassment. Ron smiled with gentle reassurance. "I'll be taking care of that," he said softly, and gave her a nudge. Kim took the hint and eased off of him, rolling onto her back.
Ron got up onto his knees and turned down the covers. Kim lay before him, smiling shyly. Kneeing beside her, Ron reached out with one finger and touched Kim's forehead. Moving slowly he traced the side of her face, down her neck. His fingertip outlined each breast and flicked teasingly at the nipples. Then Ron continued south, crossing Kim's hips and working down her leg all the way to the foot before moving to the inside and heading north again. Kim spread her thighs slightly, giving him a better view of the place between her legs. He stopped just short of it. He could feel the damp warmth, and resisted the urge to plunge right it. No, he told himself, we're taking our time today. Instead, he traced the edge of Kim's panties out to the hips again, then across the waistband to the other hip. Kim bit her lip and whimpered. Then she surprised Ron by reaching out and caressing him through his boxers. Moving the fabric, Kim took him in hand. Ron watched as she gently stroked him, and felt a shudder of his own.
"This will do nicely," Kim commented softly, then giggled as her words made Ron bob involuntarily. Her stroking continued, and Ron closed his eyes to enjoy it. He felt Kim shift her position on the bed, felt the moist heat of breath on him, then shivered as she gave him a gentle kiss.
Fingers still working, Kim kept kissing him. Her tongue joined in and Ron shuddered again, gasping. This wasn't going like he'd planned, but it felt so good he didn't argue. Kim opened her mouth and drew him in. Ron opened his eyes and looked down. Kim was looking back at him, her eyes sparkling as she pleasured him.
"You keep that up and I'm gonna pop," Ron warned. Kim released him, then helped him out of his shorts.
"You taste wonderful," she confided.
"I'll bet you do, too," Ron grinned.
Kim's eyes twinkled and she smiled impishly.
Ron hooked his fingers under the edges of Kim's panties and pulled slowly. As the silky cloth gave way it revealed a neatly trimmed patch of red curls. When Ron slipped the panties over her ankles Kim let her legs fall to a natural spread that gave Ron a good, clear look at her. He seemed a bit a awestruck. Kim giggled.
"Ron, you act like you've never seen one of these before," she teased.
Ron flushed slightly, but grinned as well.
"This one's special," he replied loftily.
Kim quirked an eyebrow at him. "How so?" she asked.
"It's yours," Ron said simply, and Kim smiled.
Ron lay down, positioning his head just so, and took a deep breath. His tongue reached out.
She did taste wonderful.
Kim shuddered and groaned with each flick of Ron's questing tongue, all the more so the closer he got to the hooded bump he knew she desperately wanted him to touch.
He took his time. Soon she was pawing at his head, trying to force the issue, but so distracted by desire that she couldn't quite manage it.
Then Ron stopped.
Kim looked up, her eyes blazing, a demanding glare forming on her face.
Until she saw why he had stopped.
Ron was moving, positioning himself above her, leaning on one arm while he guided himself toward her opening. Brief anger faded instantly.
"Yes," she purred.
Moving with slow deliberation, Ron pressed himself against her. He sank in slowly, until he was buried to the hilt.
Kim meowed. It was a surprising and highly arousing sound, but it went well with the way her head bent back and her eyes rolled up in their sockets.
Ron drew back, moved forward again, repeating the process. Same response. Steeling himself, Ron settled into a regular motion. Kim felt so good that he didn't quite know how he managed to resist erupting, but he was glad he did. The look on her face was one of sheer bliss, and Ron didn't want it to end.
"Oh! God! Ron!" Kim grunted/gasped, barely able to get the words out. "I...I...I'm...AAAaaaooohhhaaaeeeiii!"
The screeching wail that erupted from Kim's mouth was no surprise. Ron had heard it often enough through the thin walls of their college dorm room, even with earplugs in. He felt her spasm around him as her orgasm smashed through her, and felt himself explode as well.
Kim gathered Ron in with her arms and legs. As she did, a second orgasm came calling, even before the first had faded.
It took Kim what seemed like forever to come down. Ron, a helpless prisoner in her fierce embrace, had gone soft again before things finally petered out and Kim relaxed. She lay there, panting, staring up at him in wide eyed wonder.
"F-f-five," she stammered when she had breath.
Ron didn't know what to say to that. He considered a flippant, 'Glad you liked it' but decided that would sound trite. So he said nothing, just rolled off of her and gathered her in his arms and held her.
They lay like that for a long time, Kim nuzzling at Ron's chest, her hands caressing him as his did the same to her.
Finally, eventually, she slid up and kissed him.
"I love you," she declared. Then she grinned and lowered her eyes. "I know, I know, trite and corny," she apologized. Raising them again, "But it's true."
"Back at'cha K.P.," he mocked gently. She grinned again.
"You're the only guy in the world who could call me 'K.P.' after sex and get away with it."
"That's 'cause the Ronster likes to live dangerously," Ron proclaimed grandly.
Kim giggled, then sighed contentedly and snuggled closer.
"That's my Ron," she murmured. "My Ron," she repeated. "I kinda like the sound of that." Her eyes met his.
"Sounds serious," Ron commented quietly.
"It is," Kim assured him.
"I've always been 'your Ron'," Ron said. "I'd follow you anywhere."
"Even to an altar?" Kim inquired.
"If it meant getting to be with you for the rest of my life, absolutely," Ron answered.
The magnitude of what they were saying hadn't quite settled in when there was a knock at the door of their room.
"Kimmie-cub?" a familiar male voice asked. Kim sat bolt upright.
"My folks! I forgot all about them!" Moving with frantic haste Kim found and donned her panties, then snatched her shirt off the floor and pulled it on as well. While she was doing that Ron dug for his boxers.
"Daddy!" Kim called. "You woke us up! Just a second!"
When they were properly dressed Kim opened the door. Beyond it were her mother and father, her brothers, Ron's 'rents...and George.
"George?" Kim stammered.
"Hey Baby," he smiled, gathering her into his arms. "I missed you."
"I...I...uh, I missed you too, Sweetie," Kim groped. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, a little more forcefully than she intended. George didn't seem to notice.
"Your folks invited me at the last minute, as a surprise," George explained.
"The blizzard had us stranded in Salt Lake City, Kimmie," her father explained. "They only got the roads cleared this morning, and we came up as soon as we could."
Kim's mind was a mess. Of all the people in the world...
Behind her, Ron leaned out and waved. "Yo!" he said by way of greeting, nodding at everyone. "George," he added with a wink.
Kim looked back. Ron seemed his usual, chipper self, with no hint of what had happened between them on his face. But when his eyes met hers he managed to say a great deal without uttering a word. Kim felt herself smile, despite the predicament she was in.
Life was complicated, Ron's eyes said, but that was ok. They'd work it out eventually.
Kim's smiled dazzled him. It was, Ron knew, a smile she reserved for him alone. It made his heart race, and made seeing her in the arms of another man tolerable. George wasn't a bad guy. In fact, Ron genuinely liked him. He deserved to be let down easy. And Kim would be gentle. It would take a week or two, but that was fine. Ron could wait that long, easily.
Kim was worth it.
Kim's heart melted at the understanding she saw in Ron's eyes. She acknowledged it with a wink, then turned her attention to her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend.
"George," she repeated, much more warmly, kissing him. "I didn't expect to see you. Forgive me for being a bit shocked."
"Done, Baby," George said.
Yes, Kim thought, life was complicated.
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