Fort Summerdell certainly looked different from their last trip there. It had transformed from a round-the-clock spring break party populated mostly by eighteen to twenty-somethings into a somewhat sleepy family resort town. It was still crowded when they arrived late the next afternoon but the crowd of kids had been balanced out with a far greater number of smaller children being escorted by their parents.
It certainly was quieter.
Kim and Ron were sitting on a park bench on the boardwalk, Kim using a napkin to clean the last bit of chili-cheese footlong from Ron's face. In an impromptu display of kitschy couple's play they bought one of the beach-resort treats and started on it from either end, meeting somewhere in the middle, both of them almost collapsing in laughter when they realized how hard it was to kiss with mouthfuls of hot dog. Not that they didn't try.
"I thought it was going to be so hard to get away from your parents." Kim said, balling the napkin up.
"I thought so too, but there's no way I'm getting dragged to something called the Opry Stampede, especially the way your parents were dressed."
Kim shuddered. "I just hope nobody I know sees them."
"I know. Country line dancing? Ew much?"
"Still hungry?" She leaned in, gently rubbing the tip of her nose with his.
"I thought you knew me by now." Putting the paper tray and napkins sitting between them out of the way he slid right up next to Kim, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. They kissed for a long time, not caring that both of them now had chili and onion breath. She put her hand on the side of his neck, pulling him even closer, enjoying the kiss. Even with hundreds of people milling about them, it was the most private one they had been able to have since leaving Middleton yesterday morning.
Ron got over their fight very quickly but, just as they had sensed that before it wasn't the time to pester the two, once they resumed their smooching and hand holding the twins were relentless. Ron managed to shut them up temporarily with a warning about what would happen when the two of them got older and started bringing girlfriends home. The thought of actually kissing girls shocked the two into silence long enough for them to have a nice cuddly nap.
Kim broke the kiss finally after several false stops. She kept leaning in to kiss him again and again, not quite wanting to stop. Their relationship had opened a floodgate of physical affection the two of them never realized they were capable of. Both of them had gone from almost never kissing or getting kissed to a state of almost never getting enough of it.
"Ronnie, where exactly did you learn to kiss like that?" she smiled impishly at him. The late afternoon sun was starting to make everything look golden, especially his corn colored hair.
"I have no idea, KP. You're almost the only person to ever kiss me on the lips. You are the only one who kissed me and meant it."
"Oh, and who else exactly has been kissing you?" She eyed him warily, though not seriously.
"Uh, well…heh, heh."
"Ron." Kim's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Okay, well, there was Bonnie…"
"BONNIE!" Kim shrieked. "Just how in the HELL could you actually kiss her?"
"It was more like she was kissing me, but I did kind of dig it."
"Oh, gross! Ron, how could you…ug, your lips touched hers and I've been kissing them? Wait a minute, she was kissing you? That so did not happen."
"Believe me, KP, the Bon-Bon couldn't keep her hands off 'The Ron.'"
Then it clicked in her head. 'The Ron' was what he called himself while he flashed great piles of cash around the school after Bueno Nacho sent him his first royalties check. Bonnie had pretty much thrown herself at him, in love not with Ron but with the money and whatever she could tease and seduce him into buying for her, like the ruby belt buckle she asked for at Jimmy Ding's Bling-Bling store.
"Ron, please tell me kissing is all she tried with you when you had that money."
"Mostly. Yeah, she just kissed me…mostly."
"Mostly? Spill."
"Kim, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."
A little 'eep' sound escaped his lips as two small but strong hands took up positions at his waist, poised to tickle him into submission.
"Ron, I'm giving you to the count of three."
"Okay, okay! I'll just say that her personality that week was the only thing fake about her."
"Huh?" Her confusion lasted only a moment until she noticed his gaze drop from her eyes to a lower point. "No, please for the love of all that's good, tell me you haven't seen her before you even get a chance to see me."
"No, no, nothing like that, Kim. She just got all huggy with me and, well, she kinda mashed herself against me and I noticed things."
"Do tell." She said, a little ice creeping into her voice.
"Hey, don't blame me, I'm a guy, it's what we do. Besides, I've seen you…once."
"When did…oh, that doesn't count. You saw me with my eyes in a mirror. It won't count until you see me with your own eyes."
"Oh, so when does that happen."
"You're the one who wants to wait."
"Oh, come on, KP, just a peek."
She swatted away his probing finger again, still trying to fight off the mental image of Bonnie Rockwaller showing him the goods, his tongue hanging halfway down to his belt. Just how far was that…witch willing to go to part him from some of that money?
Shoving that thought out of her mind, she did the best thing she could think of to change the subject. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she mashed her own body up against his. She was wearing a (parent approved) bikini top and cut-off shorts (short, but not quite 'Daisy Dukes') and Ron was wearing a Hawaiian flower shirt, completely unbuttoned. The flesh to flesh contact gave both of them tingles. By the time they broke that kiss up they realized it was starting to get dark.
"We miss more sundowns that way." Ron commented, watching the last vestiges of the sun sinking on the horizon.
Kim turned to face the fading sun, gripping his hand firmly. "What did you think about last night?"
"What about it? It was just a bit freaky."
"Freaky? Not exactly how I would describe it."
"Well, I would have never expected our parents to be okay with the two of us sharing a bed like that."
"What, with the Tweebs in the other bed just waiting for us to do something they could both mock and report to our parents? That really was no big."
He grinned, thinking about the whole sitch. The motel had exactly three rooms left and it would have taken another hour to reach the next one. Two of the rooms were singles, the third a double, so the kids were all piled into the double while the parents took the two singles.
"Yeah, considering how they reacted to us kissing each other good night, maybe it was lucky I spent the night on top of the covers. Otherwise their imaginations would have run wild. Still, I think it would have been funny if we'd started jumping up and down on the bed to make the mattress squeak and started going, ooh, ah, oh Kim, that's sooooo good…stuff like that."
"Ron, you are so…evil sometimes. Are you sure we didn't get all the Zorpox out of you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, Kimberly Anne Possible…Booyah-HAHAHAHAHAH!"
She punched him lightly in the stomach with her free hand. Then she kissed him again, feeling even more private as darkness fell, their bench situated between the streetlights lining the boardwalk.
"I was actually talking about the dreams we had last night." She said in a whisper, squeezing his hand tightly.
"Yeah, that was weird, but it was definitely more fun than dreaming about our ancestors. I still hate we both woke up when we did."
"I'm just glad the Tweebs were sound asleep, if I said any of the things I did in my dream…" Both of them shuddered. "This time, though, there were enough differences I think we were just thinking about the same thing and some hormones took over."
"I don't know, Kim, do you think somebody's trying to tell us something?"
"What, that we're ready after all?" she started getting a little nervous about the direction their conversation was taking, but not too much so. Over the last months their physical attraction was growing stronger, along with what looked like the beginnings of a true growth spurt for Ron. He quite literally was two inches taller than her now, meaning her prediction on their first date was actually coming true. Coupled with the fact that he was also filling out ever so slightly, especially across the chest, Kim's 'perfect boyfriend' was slowly turning into a hottie as well. The thought of being totally intimate with him was often tucked just off to the side in her mind, a pleasant fantasy she maintained, the real and honest desire she felt for him an integral part of her love for him.
"Ron, I'll be honest with you. If you wanted to, I would too, but I'm perfectly fine waiting like we talked about. What you said about us being on fire and likely to burn out is really true. We almost let…well, I almost let things get out of control for a while. If feel if we took that step it might change things between us, just like the way you felt going together would change our friendship."
"But I was wrong then, KP. If anything, this has made us closer. I understand now that if we hadn't…did you say going together?"
"Ronnie, I think just saying we're dating sounds, well, not enough. Going together is what my parents called it, kind of like an eighties hip term for going steady."
"That sounds like you want to wear my class ring on a chain when we get them this fall."
"You mean I'm not?"
"Aw, man, and I wanted to wear my badge of Seniorness next year." He mock pouted.
She pulled his chin down toward her, kissing him gently. "I'll let you wear it for a little while, but I think wearing your ring is a better 'I'm taken' mark than hickeys." For emphasis she nibbled very lightly on his neck. Not enough to leave a mark, but he got her point.
"I never would have thought you would want to advertise like that."
"Me either. Guess you don't know what you want until you've got it."
"Have I told you I love you lately." He said, returning the gentle nibble.
"You know, I think it's been a couple days but I love you too." She let go of his hand, wrapping both arms around his waist for another long, loving kiss. Afterwards she glanced around. Nobody seemed to be paying them the least bit of attention. The crowd had thinned out considerably and there were at least two more couples nearby enjoying the warm, Florida night the same way they were. She wriggled a finger under the flap of his shirt, sticking it just inside the band of his board shorts. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her so tightly it was almost hard to breath.
"Kim, I don't think we're out of control. I've been thinking about this and I think I really am ready."
She leaned back, looking into his brown eyes. His grin, which had always seemed so silly in the past, so goofy, just seemed full of love now. She returned the smile, not a wicked, seductive grin like she used when they were talking dirty, but a loving smile. Then she buried her face against his chest, squeezing him back with all her strength.
His body drank in the warmth of her skin pressed up against his. He stroked her hair, a pleasant drowsiness coming over him, replacing the nervousness he had felt up till he managed to say it. He wanted her, all of her and it set his whole body aglow to know she felt the same way in return.
If only there was some way for them to accomplish this with the entirety of both families there to keep a close eye on them.