Happy Birthday KP: Chapter 8
I.
Ron stared at the red hair, lithe body, and tight booty of his love. His girlfriend, his KP, whose tantalizing body was currently laid across his lap, sheer red panty covered bottom burning into his mind. A mind that could only come up with one comment to accompany his face stretching smile: "Well, Bon-diggety!"
Ron Stoppable may have been considered somewhat slow by a few antagonistic classmates, but his loves' smoky "Ronnie, I've been a bad girl", started wicked ideas exploding in his mind like rockets on the fourth of July.
Placing his large, slightly trembling, hand on her tight bum he smoothed the nylon in slow circles, eliciting a moan from Kim. Holding her in place with his right hand on her bottom, he slowly and lightly stroked his left hand up her spine,then down her right side, barely grazing the side of a soft mound that quivered at his touch. His eyes sparkled as he grasped her waist with his spread hand, long fingers tantalizing her tummy though her thin dress.
"Kimmie," he softly spanked her tight panties, "in these last days, you never let me tell you all I learned in Japan."
"Nooo, not right now, Ronnie, please…" she moaned, "talk later, pleeease."
His second swat was harder, "Oh, I'm not going to talk, I'm going to demonstrate."
II.
Kim Possible, world famous heroine and all around tough girl, was a quivering, questioning wreck. For the last half hour, possibly more, she had lost track, Ron, her Ronnie, had kept her shivering and shuddering in delight and despair. Delight because he seemed to know exactly how to spank her and caress her, how softly, how strongly. Stinging but never hurting, arousing her as she hadn't known she could be heated. At the moment, his hand was softly massaging her bottom, allowing her time to calm down without allowing her to calm completely. Occasionally his hardened fingers would tantalizingly traipse over the soft thighs revealed between her stockings and panties, causing shivers to gallop up and down her spine. Questioning where Ronnie had become so confidant. If she weren't enjoying it so much, she would have been infuriated at the unknown who taught Ron so much, she still might be, later. She felt him lean over as if to reach for something. What was he going to do now? She settled down to enjoy whatever it was.
III.
The sudden spank brought her head up in surprise, but the fingers that stroked and circled the backs of her knees sent it back down with a moan. The backs of my knees, who would ever have thought…ooooh my…! The teasing fingers expanded their pattern to her lower thighs, up and around, leaving trails of sensation wherever they touched. Sliding smoothly higher and higher, almost grazing her moist center, only to retreat back to the sensitivity of hosed and un-hosed skin. Almost unnoticed, his left hand released her waist, to stealthily move up to cup her small hard tipped mound through her clothes. The double pleasure caused her moans to ratchet upwards in rising need.
"Ronnie…" she pled breathlessly, hoping he knew what she needed.
He did. Her vision was obscured for a moment as the black dress slid over her head. When did he unbutton…oh, lord…he leaned over to lick and nibble her ears, blowing a hot breath that raced straight to her center. "Roonneee…" The moistness moved to her neck, dried by a tender warm breath that sent chills up and down her spine. One last lingering, tender kiss to her nape, then she felt…feather…Oh, the feathers…ohhhhh!
IV.
She couldn't help herself. She greeted consciousness with a slow, sensuous, satisfied stretch that fired Ron's system like a double dose of Diablo sauce. How had she got upstairs in Ron's bed? And when had she been reduced to hose and panties? Where had her bra disappeared to?
Ummmm, the last thing I remember was when that tease finally touched me with the feather. After what had seemed to her to be hours of teasing and tantalizing, Ron had finally brought that bit of fluff up to her center in a long slow slide that had hit exactly the right spot. The touch had sent her into a sensation filled world like none she had ever visited before. The scream of satisfaction she had unknowingly released had deafened and delighted her boyfriend. As he watched her languorous return to reality, his ego was still doing cartwheels. Ron stretched out beside her, pulling Kim into a loving embrace and deep kiss.
Tender brown eyes gazed into smiling emerald orbs as she reached up to stroke his jaw. "Bad Ronnie! Bad, bad boy."
He grinned down at her, stroking her from hip to shoulder, "That was only your first punishment, 'bad girl', ready for number two?"
Kim wrapped both arms around her love's neck pulling him down to her reaching lips, "Bring it on!" she purred.
V.
Monique was not a happy camper. As a matter of fact, she was frustrated and furious. After that last mysterious message, she had been unable to find her two best friends. Here it was Sunday afternoon, and since Friday, Kim and Ron had dropped off the face of the earth. Even the techno genius of Team Possible had been unable to locate them. All he would tell her was that Ron's bio chip showed he was healthy. The deep flush that covered his cheeks when he reported that to her had confused her. With any other two people in love, Monique would have thought…naah, not goody Kim and shy Ron. No way.
The prank had been played in Ron's disguised basement, so she had tried repeatedly to get someone to answer his door. All her previous attempts had met with failure. This time, she wasn't leaving until she learned something if she had to break down the door.
Striding towards Ron's house, Monique passed Bueno Nacho, his favorite eatery. Glancing casually at the fast food palace, Monique came to a sudden jaw dropping, eyes popping halt. No way! That's just…that's just impossible!
Seated at an outside table were her two friends. At least, they looked like her friends. Ron was sitting with an unusually contented and goofy grin on his face. Kim was seated on his lap, her legs off to one side, his arm around her waist, as she nibbled and nuzzled his neckwith closedand a satisfied happy smile.
Their seating arrangement wasn't the only strange sight. Ron was wearing his usual jersey and mock turtleneck, but Kim was wearing a pair of sprayed on shorts, with what looked like one of Ron's shirts tied under her breasts, baring her mid-rift.
"All right, you two, where have you been?" demanded a fuming Monique.
Ron raised vacant, satiated eyes to the furious teen, "S'up, Monique?"
"What's up? Kim!"
Kim did not open her eyes or pause in her apparently pleasurable task, "'Lo, 'Nique."
"Hello? That's all you've got to say? Where have you two been all weekend?"
Kim finally looked at her friend with happy, half open, languid eyes.
"Heaven, Monique, all the way to paradise."