It Finally Happened: Part VI
Kim drifted through her darkened home as if she was on a cloud. All the lights, save the porch light were off, leaving only the moonlight to guide her steps. Despite her joy she couldn't help but wonder how her mother had managed to get both the Tweebs and her father to go to bed while she was out on a date, open ended curfew or not.
She half danced, half skipped up the stairs, pretending Ron was still with her, his warm body still pressed up against her. It was a nice, pleasant late spring night, yet she still craved to mingle their body heat once more. She craved a great many things at that moment, but she would not give voice to most of them. Some of those hungers were new to her and she didn't know if she were ready to give them sup.
Quietly she pulled the hatch of her loft shut, latching it, doing the same with the hallway door opposite her bed. She fretted for a moment that locking her doors would send the wrong message, but she held no illusions that anyone was asleep in the house. Her mother may have packed the boys off to their room and enticed her father with… well, she wouldn't go there, but she knew they had most likely watched with keen interest as his car pulled away. The Tweebs were probably online at that very moment, ready to capture anything she wrote in her online diary. Joke's on them, she thought, she wasn't about to commit any of her thoughts where they or Wade could get to them. This was between Ron and her.
Well, and probably Monique. Nothing had happened on the date that couldn't be discussed with her. In fact, she was already busting at the seams to spill all the glorious details of the highly romantic date to her. There was also the matter of the YDLS underwear. Panties that rode up and made you want to run to the ladies room to extract them every five minutes do not make one feel sexier!
She looked in the mirror. Her lipstick was long, long gone and her hair was a little rumpled where Ron had run his fingers through it, not to mention when she demonstrated just how flippy it still was. Her man was absolutely hypnotized by the flippy! Still, a touch of makeup, a quick run-through with a brush and she would be as presentable as she had been when she left the house five hours earlier.
Five hours. More like five minutes. It seemed like the whole evening had flashed by in an instant, from Ron picking her up looking like a knight in armor, the food, the dancing. She wondered whether he had called in any favors of his own to have that particular artist singing tonight or if it was just a happy coincidence. Then there was the extended make-out session in his mother's car. Kim now had a new definition for 'perfect' when it came to a date.
Almost perfect. Ron had been touching her almost the whole evening, but it was his hands on her hips or around the small of her back or holding her hand or cupping the back of her head as they kissed. He had been the perfect gentleman, yet she wished he had strayed from that perfection, just a little bit. She wasn't ready to sleep with him, not just yet, but she still wanted him to be just a bit naughtier. In the mirror she ran her hands down her body, smoothing the pale dress against her, her palms crossing some of the areas she wished large strong palms had crossed earlier.
Slipping the straps off her shoulder, she let the dress drop to the floor, leaving her dressed only in barely there lace and her black choker. A little part of her wished she had shared her 'dirty little secret' with Ron, maybe just a peek. The very thought made her blush, as the rather uncomfortable panties left almost nothing to the imagination. Then too, that might have made Ron uncomfortable as well. In fact, it probably would have given him a coronary, or at least a serious nose-bleed. It would take time to guide him toward a bit of naughtiness. For now he seemed to be going out of his way to be an absolutely perfect gentleman, a young man both his and her father could be proud of.
Kim hoped that was the case. She loved her father and truly respected Gene Stoppable, but she wanted just a little more from Ron, just a little bit of the bad boy she knew was in him. There were parts of her that were responding once more just thinking of him. Of course, this was a first date, but then, just as the young married couple at the restaurant had observed, it really wasn't. They had really been dating for years, only now it included all the touching, hand holding and kissing.
Thinking back, she always had a sort of thrill whenever Ron would touch her. It was little things, like the scary movie they had seen together when they were twelve. She spent the whole picture with her hand clamped into his. That seemed so natural, so right until the house lights came up and their logical minds took over, clearly stating that such a position was simply awk-weird. Why couldn't she see that then, or over the four intervening years that it wasn't weird or silly to want to hold his hand. She planned to do that a lot, especially considering it was one of the few PDAs that was permitted at school.
After one more look at her nearly naked form, she quickly changed out of the lace, slipping back into plain cotton before putting her pajamas on. Monique's 'suggestion' was stuffed deep into her backpack so she could dispose of them well away from the house. It wouldn't do for anyone, be it her mother, her brothers or especially her father to discover them, even in the trash. Monday morning there would be a quick stop by the dumpster at school where she would dispose of several wadded up bags and other detritus, the hoochie-mama torture-wear hidden among them.
She drifted to sleep, half expecting to hear her phone, cell or Kimmunicator go off with Monique begging for her to spill. Pandaroo was shoved to the side in favor of a pillow, a pillow that somehow took on hair the color of Nebraska corn and freckles as slumber claimed her.
The second date was going wonderfully. Kim managed to convince her mother that Ron wouldn't be upset to see her in her black cocktail dress. She was right, he certainly did appreciate it. Kim could see it in his eyes and in the way he moved. He took her dancing again, this time bowing out from the dance floor early, driving her to the bluff where they ended up after the prom.
Kim almost couldn't wait for the engine to die down as she started kissing him, throwing one leg over his. She held his head with both hands, cupping his ears as their lips pressed together, their tongues working together in a dance not unlike the one their bodies had shared on the dance floor. His hands rested on her hips like two fire brands, slipping to the small of her back as she pressed her body up against his.
She could feel the wiry muscles of his chest twitching under her as she forced him down on the wide seat. His narrow body was not weak and soft as his 'favorite' teacher would often taunt him. He was strong and he was getting stronger every day. Years of being her sidekick were finally starting to show as he stepped up more and more. He was her partner, now in more ways than one. Her body moved against him, his response now evident. Their lips parted and he moved to her neck, placing small kisses there until he stopped at one spot, kissing her harder and harder there as little moans escaped her throat. She was going to have to wear turtlenecks for the next few days, that was for sure, but this was so…spankin!
His hands slid down her back until they were cupping her backside, kneading her soft but muscular buttocks. She made no move to stop him. She had no intention of stopping him. In fact, she wanted more. Her hands slipped free from the sides of his face, wrapping around him. One hand slipped past his belt, deep into his boxers, returning the favor he was granting her.
Somehow she could feel a slight draft. With a slight purr she realized as he was fondling her butt he was also slowly bunching the bottom of her dress. It was already halfway up her cheeks. His hands crossed onto bare flesh and lace, sending a quiver through her whole body. Pulling her hands off his backside, she started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his neck, intending to force him into wearing a high collar for a few days as well.
There was a sudden tearing sound, as delicate lace was sundered by strong hands, hands that kept exploring, gentle touches replacing the touch of embroidered silk, the cool air a strange sensation, his warm touch even stranger. He sat up, pushing her back, lowering her down to the seat. She went willingly, ready, hungry for this. His lips met hers again as her arms wrapped around him as he…
Green eyes snapped open in the dark bedroom. A pillow was crushed in her arms so tight it would likely never fluff properly again. A strange but wonderful shudder rolled though her body, through her soul even as the vivid dream slipped away, back into her subconscious, the brief moment of lovemaking staying with her the longest.
Letting go of the pillow she rolled onto her back, taking a deep breath, trying to sort out exactly what had just happened to her. The dream was the very thing she kept telling herself she was not ready for, though it had been so real, so nice, so…natural. Was that what she really wanted deep down, or was it just some animal urge that a moral, civilized young woman should keep to herself until the right time came?
Throwing the covers off so she cold cool down, Kim had a slightly naughty thought.
What if Ron and I shared that dream like that time in the museum?
A few blocks away a blonde haired young man was looking in the mirror as he started the water in his sink, thinking precisely the same thing.