It Finally Happened: Part XXIII
The last time Kim and her family had been to Florida, they all spent the three nights there at Nana's apartment. Five extra people in a home made for one person and one guest was not a recipe for comfort. At the time it was practical, since the majority of the time Anne and James were there was spent helping her unpack the belongings they brought down from Middleton, a process slowed slightly when Kim found herself on the trail of Drakken once more. All too soon it had been time to leave and even that was interrupted by a mission.
During their drive, James kept hinting at a great surprise when they got there, a boast he mentioned even more frequently after their slightly uncomfortable motel stay at the halfway point of the journey. None of the four kids knew what they meant by that since they were all worn out from riding in the van all day and slept through the night. At least Kim and Ron did, disappointing the twins who donned homemade night vision goggles to spy on the couple. An all-night make-out session was not in the cards.
It was close to six when they pulled into town. The trip seemed to drag on forever for the teens, who were used to far faster means of transport than the highways. They were all a little shocked when they drove straight through, passing all the large hotels lining the beaches. They finally pulled up to a nice but fairly non-descript building standing roughly twenty stories high. A guard shack passed them through as James displayed his ID.
The suite they were shown to had to be the largest they had ever seen. It turned out it was actually owned by the Space Center, intended to house high level executives when they were down there conducting business at the Cape. It consisted of a large common room with lots of overstuffed couches, a small kitchen and a patio that had access to the pool. There were two master bedrooms and three smaller rooms.
Tim and Jim started on the couple almost immediately. "Score! We each get…" Jim said. "…a room to ourselves!" Tim finished, high-fiving his brother.
"So, how does that leave enough room for the rest of us?" Ron asked, mentally counting the rooms as their parents toted their luggage into the larger rooms.
"Isn't it obvious, the love-birds will have their own room...together…ooh la-la." They singsonged in unison. Kim's face flushed red and Ron actually gulped as her Father put down his bags and wandered over toward them.
"Okay, boys, enough of that. The two of you will take that last room with the twin beds, Ronald will take the middle room and Kimmie that one. I don't want to hear any more about that, your sister is a respectable young lady and Ron is a gentleman, you got that?"
"Yes sir." They chorused.
"Come on." Tim said to his brother, "Let's get unpacked and see if we can build a tide generator."
"Hick-a-bick-a-boo?" Jim started.
"Hoo-sha." Tim answered.
"Now boys, don't get too far away, the show at the dinner theater is at eight!"
Kim and Ron were so glad they had begged off going to that. Sharing footlongs, making out on the boardwalk, feeding each other funnel cakes and making secret plans seemed a far better way to pass their time the first partial day of their vacation.
The suite was dark and deserted when they returned. It was only around nine-thirty but they had already learned with a quick call to Wade the show everyone else had gone to only ran till ten, meaning they would all likely be back within the next hour. Eager as they both were to put their plans into motion the last thing they wanted to do was lose track of time and get caught.
Ron was not so easily put off. He had flipped completely from 'waiting mode' to 'ready to go' since they came to their decision. In fact, his hands were at 'full speed ahead' the moment the door latched.
"Ron, come on, we're going to get caught."
"I can't help it, KP. Your badical body is driving me wild." His hands clamped onto her backside, trying to pull her toward him.
"Down, boy. They're going to be back soon and they're all going to be amped for a couple hours yet. You're just going to have to cool your jets. Now, here's the plan. I'm a lot better at you at being sneaky, so…"
You know what they say, best laid plans and all that jazz.
Kim was right about the rest of the fam being all wound up. It took until way past midnight for everybody to settle down.
Ron lay in his bed, already 'dressed' for the occasion. He put his arms behind his head, patiently waiting for the door to silently open, revealing a goddess with red hair, ready to climb into his embrace. The pleasant fantasies playing themselves out in his mind relaxed him, to the point he finally dozed off.
In her room, Kim snored softly, another day of travel taking its toll on her as she waited in vain for everyone else to fall asleep.
Nobody quite understood how they could be so irritable before breakfast after such a good night of sleep.
The next night they put their plan into motion again. Kim had already checked the door. If she was careful with the latch it would make no discernable sound. As the clock winked to two am she slipped out of her bed. She briefly considered changing into just a long t-shirt but decided it was better to sneak over to Ron's room in her usual sleepwear, just in case this didn't work.
Purely from memory she made her way from her room to his. Making no sound she let herself in, crossing the room to his bed. The mattress squeaked ever so slightly as she climbed up onto it, waking her dozing boyfriend.
He reached up and turned a lamp on low. He had the sheets pulled up to his waist, so she didn't know what he had on underneath. Carefully, so they wouldn't make too much noise with the bed, she climbed on top of him, putting her hands on his chest, slowly swirling the light blonde down of his fair chest hair.
Even with her old sweat pants on she could feel his body under her. Leaning down she started kissing him voraciously, consuming him much the same way he did food, her hunger taking over as her hips started moving of their own accord.
The moment had finally come. She was ready and so was Ron. His hands rested on her hips, slowly starting to push down her pajama bottoms. Sitting up she reached for the bottom of her old purple crop top. There was nothing underneath and she was ready for him to see her with his own eyes, not just a then-unwanted but necessary peek when they had switched bodies.
Before the top could move an inch a soft but insistent sound reached them.
Beep-beep-de-beep.
"Oh my God! It's going to wake everyone up!" Kim whispered, rolling off Ron.
"Go-go-go!" He harshly whispered back.
Kim managed to get back to her room by the third ring. Fortunately nobody had ventured out of their rooms yet to investigate.
"Go Wade." Kim said as she activated the Kimmunicator, not even trying to conceal the icicles in her voice.
"Whoa, what's got you tweaked."
"I'm not tweaked." She growled.
"O…kay. Anyway, there's been a break-in at a top secret lab in Miami and GJ knew you were in the area. They should have a hoverjet there to pick you up in twenty."
"I'm on it." She signed off, reaching for the suitcase with her mission gear.
Dammit, I wanted to be on Ron! She thought as she slipped on her black top.
The two lovers walked into the suite after a long day of sunbathing, swimming and carnival rides at the small amusement park, Ron's hands still at her waist trying to get some tickles in, causing Kim to duck and weave. They stopped in their tracks when they realized the whole place was empty.
There was a note on the coffee table.
Kim,
Ron's parents signed up for a couple's catamaran cruise, so they are going to be gone overnight. Jim and Tim talked us into a beach camping retreat that requires being accompanied by a parent so your mother and I are taking them. Jean made you some dinner, it's in the fridge. Behave yourselves and have a good time.
Dad
P.S. – Ronald, don't forget how close we are to the cape!
They looked at each other, stunned at the turn of events. They had the suite all to themselves if they wanted, practically all night. Apparently neither set of parents had any clue what they had been trying to accomplish over the past couple nights. Either that, or Kim's father and Ron's mother had been bamboozled by their respective spouses, though they couldn't imagine Kim's mother actively facilitating such an intimate occasion.
Ron looked at her and wagged his eyebrows, using a mock suave voice. "Shall it be your place or mine?" He held an arm out for his lady.
Instead of taking his arm she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him fiercely, grabbing his backside and squeezing hard with one hand, the other holding the back of his head, playing with his short, blonde hair. "My room is closer." She whispered, breaking the kiss only long enough to do so.
She broke away from him, taking his hand, leading him to the room. Stopping at the door she kissed him again. "Wait here, I'm going to get ready."
Oh, I'm so ready right now was all he could think as she closed the door. Slow down, Rondo. Gentle, romantic, that's what Kim wants.
"I'm ready." He heard her say. He opened the door and walked in.
Kim was already in the bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. "Ronnie, turn the lights off."
"Aw, man, I wanted to see you."
"Please." She pleaded, her voice having abruptly changed from love kitten to nervous little girl in the space of time it took for her to get undressed and cover up.
He clicked the light off, leaving almost no light to see by. The moon had gone dark and the room faced the ocean, the stars not providing much illumination. Kim wanted it to be dark, that meant everything would be by touch. He slipped his shorts off, carefully getting into the other side of the bed in just his boxers.
Ron put his head back on the pillow, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel Kim's body heat beside him in the bed, assuming she was naked under the covers. Her purple summer outfit had been lying in a pile, along with her underwear. As far as he knew she hadn't brought any lingerie. He didn't even know if she owned any and didn't think it was likely, considering her father.
Where moments ago he had been kissing her, ready to take their love to the next level, now he found himself frozen in place. All he had to do was slip the last bit of clothing he had on off and reach for her and she would be his. Tentatively he slid his hand toward her. He found her hand and she gripped his tightly.
Kim lay there, on her back, only a sheet and comforter covering her, the only thing between her and her love two tightly gripped hands. Her mind and her body kept telling her I'm ready but somehow her heart wasn't sure and it was paralyzing her. She kept playing her dreams back in her mind, remembering how his embrace felt, wanting, craving that fantasy.
Yet something else held her back, keeping her rooted to that spot on the bed. It wasn't strong. She knew that once Ron reached for her she would give herself to him fully, their union would be fulfilled.
They lay like that, side by side, only their hands touching for what seemed like forever, neither one willing or even able to make the first move.
"Ronnie?"
"Yeah, KP?"
"I'm scared."
"Me too."
"I know I shouldn't be. We're ready. I love you, I want you."
"I feel the same way…but…I don't know, KP. This is going to change things. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
"Ron, it's not about the pain. I know it's supposed to hurt…"
"I don't mean that, Kim, I mean…if we…make love…who knows what we're going to feel like."
"They say it makes up complete." She said, staring at the ceiling.
"KP, I'm already complete being with you, but, I don't know, something tells me I should be feeling guilty about this."
"Why? Neither one of us is forcing or pressuring the other to do this. It's love, pure love."
"For us, yes. I just can't help feeling like we're getting away with something here."
Kim blinked twice in the darkness. She was amazed that Ron was the first to put into words what she was feeling. It was like they had both completely forgotten something very important they had decided already.
They were about to embark on something that was very adult and even though the two of them had been put into many, many sitches where they had to display maturity well beyond their years they still were not adults. They weren't even quite seventeen yet and there they were about to do something that could even result in them becoming teenaged parents. Sure, she was on birth control, but that wasn't one hundred percent. There was always the chance of an accident. Adult consequences to adult acts.
That didn't even account for the emotional baggage that would most likely come with this. Stir in the guilt of literally defying their parents and it would be a recipe for disaster.
"This is a mistake, isn't it?" Ron asked finally.
"Yeah. It didn't seem like it out there on the boardwalk, but now…"
"What do you want to do?"
She squeezed his hand tightly. "Get up and get dressed, then I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Mission scrubbed?"
"No, plan B. I'm still going to spend the night with you, but it's going to be kissing and cuddling." She clicked the light on, carefully holding the covers up to her chin as Ron got up. She watched him dress, never having taken his under shorts off, obviously feeling the same way, at least subconsciously.
Ron closed the door behind him, simultaneously relieved and disappointed. His body was raging at him, but his heart was at peace. Silently he made his way back to the couch. Moments later Kim emerged, dressed once more in her purple outfit, though she was now barefoot.
He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her fiercely. "I love you so much, KP."
"I love you the same way, Ronnie. Are you disappointed?"
"Part of me is."
"Which part?"
"You know. I think we did the right thing. When we're really ready, we'll know. It'll happen and we'll be the happiest people in the universe."
She brushed at his hair then gave him another good squeeze before sitting down with him. She turned on the lamp at the side table so she could see his eyes. That's when she first noticed the sound.
Rain was beating against the large picture windows. A large storm had rolled in off the Atlantic and was pounding the coast, sheets of rain falling.
Perfect weather for snuggling – and an iced latte, she thought.
About that moment the front door opened, admitting a damp sextet of vacationers. Tim and Jim marched toward their room, the dark clouds above their heads mirroring the night time storm outside. Ron's parents were close behind, though they weren't quite as wet as their friends. Obviously both the beach camping and the cruise had been cancelled due to the weather.
They looked at each other, their eyes communicating what they both realized. They would have been caught in the act!
"See, what did I tell you." Anne said, waving a hand at the couch-bound teens.
"You're a good man, Ronald." James said as the elder Possibles headed to their room to change out of their wet clothes. "I always knew I could trust you."
Jean smiled warmly at the two as she walked by. Gene gave them a big grin, with one eyebrow cocked slightly higher than the other.
Both teens let out a deep breath and sank into the couch.