Funny how things turn out.
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The next day, Ron picked Monique up at 7 pm to take her out to eat. No big deal... it was after the game, so they'd both missed dinner at home. Then they were going to head to her house to watch the previously-watched professional wrestling matches. It wasn't like a "date", or anything. He thought. Or more precisely: he didn't think.
Monique – contrary to standard procedure – was waiting for him, having showered, perfumed, and put on her new outfit: a blaze-orange bustier and matching orange/black zebra-striped mini-skirt, black mid-heels. She checked out Ron's outfit – the black sleeve-tee with a jersey over it, cargo pants – with un-surprised dismay. He'll learn. He WILL learn. He will learn starting... tonight, she thought. Ron's cluelessness was one of his endearing qualities, in her eyes. But eventually, enough was enough!
They made small-talk as he drove toward Bueno Nacho; about the game, the cheer leading routines, safe subjects. When Ron pulled in and parked, the lessons began:
"Here we are! Naco paradise!" he looked over at her, wondering why her door wasn't already open.
"Yeah... Uh, Ron? Could you do me a favor? Could you get me a newspaper from the machine there?" she asked, rather surprising the boy. She slowly undid her safety-belt while he trotted off fumbling for change in his many pockets.
When he came back and handed her the paper, she was waiting by the hood of the car, making no moves toward going inside. Ron's radar – if he had one – was still blissfully ignorant. He handed her the paper, not knowing quite what to make of it. She rolled it up without glancing at it.
"Now, close your eyes, Ron..." He gave her a funny look, but did as he was asked.
"No!" She proceeded to swat him on the nose with the paper, and fairly hard, too, "No, Ron! NO!" She swatted him once for each "no".
Ron flailed in defense, "Mon! What the..."
"You see this outfit I'm wearing? Like it?"
"Well, yeah, it's -"
"It's $145 Ron. On sale. $240 normally. Now, the way I figure it, that means you owe me a $40 dinner. I mean just my part of the bill. And NOT at Bueno Nacho!"
"But -"
"But what, Ron-man? You picked me up, you're taking me out to eat, you'll come back to my house to watch tv... so – and you'd better think about this – 'but' what?" She was looking directly and intently into his eyes. Her tone said she was serious, but the faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth said something completely different.
"Uh..." To say that Ron was at a loss would be an under-statement. He had no idea what was going on.
Monique began getting back into the car while he stood there still stammering, "Uh... uh..." Noticing she was sitting in the car again, he – cautiously – joined her.
"Uh..." he continued.
"Look, I'll let you get away with what you're wearing. This time. Because I know you need education in this area. But don't let it happen again. Red Lobster is just down the street on the left. That would be suitable."
He just stared at her from the driver's seat.
"Now would be good, Ron." she said without looking at him, letting him have an eye-full. She knew her top would be very revealing from his angle.
Finally, she turned to look at him slyly, and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. "More where that came from, if you turn out to be a fast-learner..."
The light went on. Things clicked. Bells rang. So THAT was it! He'd been obsessing over Kim so long, he hadn't even noticed someone right under his nose! Monique! MONIQUE! Boo-yah!
But... there was still a little problem... "Uhm, Monique? You wouldn't... have about $70 I could borrow, would ya?" His face flushed.
Figuring that would be the case, she'd already counted it out, and had exactly that amount stuffed in her perfumed cleavage. She pulled it out and held the roll of cash under his nose, without saying anything. Again, her coy smile said volumes.
"Uh... thanks. Pay ya back tomorrow" he said, trying to take the offering as she waved it around under his nose so that he couldn't just get it too easily. Finally he grabbed her wrist and took the money with his other hand.
"So forceful! I like that in a man..."
"Aww, geez... Monique..."
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Bonnie and Cindy ("Cin", for short) were already at the Red Lobster while Ron was being "educated". Their date was somewhat more casual – Bonnie hadn't had time to shower, change, AND drive to Upperton to pick up Cin, so she'd just thrown on jeans and a sweater – a tight sweater – instead. Cin didn't mind a bit – she liked how Bonnie smelled – and the tight sweater was... a Good Thing. They were busy trying to out-dainty each other, apparently by seeing who could eat the least of the calamari appetizer.
"So, Cin... next week's the Company Picnic again, y'know... our 'first anniversary', sorta." Bonnie said a little shyly. The kids at Middleton High wouldn't have recognized the way Bonnie acted around Cin. She was a different girl, pretty much completely.
"Uhm-hmm" Cin mumbled through a closed-mouth smile. Unbeknownst to her girlfriend, Cin had exactly the same plans for the weekend as Bonnie did: to wit, "going all the way". The question was: how would they let each other know?
Cin made a show of running her hand through her very short, bleached-blonde hair, ruffling it up a bit and then shaking it back down. "I gotcha a present."
"You did!" Bonnie almost squealed, "Uh, I mean, I got you one too. What'd you get me?"
"Oh, come on, Bon... that would be telling. Gotta save it for the right time. So, what's yours?"
"I shouldn't tell you now. You're mean." Bonnie put on the worst fake frown in history.
"Some one's looking for a spanking..." Cin replied. Not that they'd ever engaged in anything like that – in fact, their dates were still in the medium-petting stage – but Cin was coming to understand, by the looks in Bonnie's eyes, what turned the other girl on.
Bonnie flushed, knowing she'd been caught unawares. She fished a small key out of her purse and held it up over the table with a sheepish smile. "To the Visitor Cabin. Stole it off my Dad's key-ring." The Visitor's Cabin was a small – but luxurious – house at the far end of the Company Retreat, intended for Big Wigs out visiting the site. It was never used during normal Company events.
Cin smiled broadly, and fished a key exactly like it from her jeans pocket, "Got my brother to bribe the grounds keeper. Looks like we have the same idea" she said, beginning to giggle. "Looks like you'll have to get me another present, too."
"No fair! How was I supposed to know... oh, alright. But first, you have to tell me what your present is! I mean it!"
Cin leaned forward conspiratorially, and Bonnie did the same. Cin whispered into her ear, "Hand-cuffs. Velvet" and leaned back again. She had never seen a dark-skinned girl turn so red.
It took a full ten seconds for Bonnie to recover enough to say, "You're SUCH a perv!"
"Ya think?" Cin said playfully, "Okay, I'll take 'em back, then. I've still got -"
"NO!" Bonnie cried, and began blushing all over again.
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Sometimes, being Head Cheerleader really sucked rocks. Today was one of those times. All Kim could think about all day long was Shego, Shego, Shego, and here it was damn near eight o'clock before they could go out for their first "date". It didn't really feel like a date – yet – because they'd spent so much time together over the past couple of years. Fighting time. Which in it's own way, was kind of intimate... you had to keep your eyes on your opponent's eyes, you had to learn how they thought, get a "feel" for what they'd be likely to do in a given combination. Learn their "style".
And that didn't even take into account the trading of barbs, insults, and (she now understood) innuendo-filled double entendres. All that time... even after the – accident – all the hints were there, but she'd just been to dumb to pick up on it! Well, maybe not so much "dumb"... she thought, I mean... maybe just... yeah, okay, "dumb" then. No matter how you looked at, there was an element of "dumbness" to how she'd been acting all this time.
But now... the facts had been laid bare, the whole situation had changed. Some of the aspects of the situation were... kind of odd... she was still having trouble with the whole "Mistress" business, but she was coming to grips with the fact that Shego was okay with it. Because of the way Kim was. Honest, trustworthy, clean, reliable, thrifty, punctual... I'm a freakin' boy-scout! Or at least, that's the act I put on... Kim was rather anxious about that "act". Because she was beginning to have thoughts about the older girl that were... well, perhaps not so "clean".
Shego was pulling her green and black (of course) 1974 Spitfire into the stadium parking-lot just as Kim was walking off the field. Shego's eyebrows raised as her date swished her way toward the car in her cheerleader uniform, carrying a backpack with her change of clothes in it. For her part, Shego had on a calf-length green dress – tight where it needed to be – but slit way up the side, almost to her hips. That slit was on the side facing Kim as she got in... revealing skin all the way up. It never occurred to Kim that Shego had arranged it that way on purpose.
"Hey Pumpkin" Shego smirked cheerfully – a combination of expressions few other people could have carried off.
"...Shego" Kim answered back a little awkwardly. She sat in the low seat and pulled her dress back down where it was supposed to be while Shego openly stared, smiling.
"Sure you wanna change out of that? I just love obscenely-short skirts!" she said with a slight giggle in her voice.
"Yeah, well... you said 'date-formal', so I figured... Anyway your dress is is nice. But... Shego, you are wearing underwear, right? That slit makes it look like -"
"That's how it's supposed to look, Kimmie. But yeah, I am. French-cut. Wanna see?" she said raising her butt off the seat in preparation.
"No! Shego! It's... don't do that here! Geez! Everyone can see!"
"Humph" she huffed, sitting back down, "That's kinna the point... well, maybe later then..." She smiled slyly to herself and began to drive off.
"So, uh... what exactly will we be doing tonight? You were so mysterious on the phone..." Although she was trying to sound casual, she really wondered exactly what – and how much – Shego had planned for the evening.
"Yeah. About that. It's not starting off well, Kimmie... I wanted to go to Chez Eduardo's, but he's doing some kind of company thing, Cajun Pier is too... loud, Click's is closed for remodeling... I'm afraid we're going to have eat at Red Lobster. Sorry about that."
"What sorry? I love Red Lobster!"
Shego gave her a "you poor, poor girl" look. "Yeah, well, you'd have loved Chez Eduardo's more, and I wanted to kind of knock your socks off tonight" she sighed as she thought about how she'd wanted the evening to go, "Another time, then. I owe ya a sock knocking-offing."
"You don't have to spend a lot of money to... impress me, Shego, I -"
"Kim... I know that. But you would've been, trust me." Though it was only a little after eight, Shego yawned, unable to stop herself. "Sorry... hard night last night" she giggled.
It was a poor choice of phrases. "Why? What were you doing up so late last night?" Kim asked with genuine innocence.
"Masturbating for you, Princess. Three times. Took a lot outta me" Shego answered as if it were some kind of house-old chore.
Kim, of course, stared at her in shock. Shego let her be shocked for awhile – be good for her – before saying, "Well, you asked..." She turned her head to wink at Kim.
"Uh... you didn't HAVE to answer..."
"Actually, Pumpkin, I did. Can't help it. Can't lie, either, so in the future, you might want to keep that in mind..." Shego was smiling broadly now. Sometimes this whole "helpless slave" thing could be so FUN! And, she'd taken the precaution of bringing along a four-pack of panty-liners this evening, in case of a repeat of the Mall Incident.
They drove back to Shego's apartment for Kim to change clothes because she didn't want to walk out of her parent's house in her "little red dress" from Club Banana - too many questions to answer. For one thing, it was a very little red dress... Even though this was supposedly going to be a "conventional" date, sort of a "where do we go from here" meeting of the minds. But something had got the best of Kim when she'd seen the dress ($149.95) and imagined dating Shego in it. Coincidentally, the older girl had other - unconventional – ideas of her own...
And why shouldn't she? They'd "known" each other for years, they'd both admitted that they wanted a sexual relationship with each other - the barriers were down, the lights were green, the flag had been dropped – what the hell was the hold up?
Shego fairly tackled the Kim as soon as the door was shut, locking her in a deep kiss from which Kim was unable to escape – not that she was trying her best or anything. But it didn't stop with the kiss... the former villain's hands found the edge of Kim's sweater and pulled it up, over her breasts, to her neck. To get the sweater off would require Kim's cooperation by lifting her arms... and she did eventually oblige, perhaps a little reluctantly.
With the sweater out of the way, Shego began sliding her hands slowly down Kim's back and pushed her down onto the sofa as her kisses found their way from ear-level to breast-level – thus officially making this interlude Further Than Kim Had Ever Gone Before. With Anyone. Ever. And while it's true that the red-head was breathing deep and hard, and almost-but-not-quite trembling, it's also true that her eyes were wide open. When Shego finally pressed her open mouth to one of Kim's erect nipples through her bra and firmly closed her lips – the resulting electricity through her entire body was just more than the teenager could take...
"Shego!... Stop!" Kim gasped.
Shego, of course, had to stop.
It took her a moment to catch her breath, too, "What? Kimmie... PLEASE don't stop me now! I... I need this... you don't know how much I've -"
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry Shego. I – I just..." unable to express herself, Kim retreated into the safety of making the whole thing sound like a mis-understanding on her partner's part, "I thought we were just going out to dinner..."
"Kim – Pumpkin, I told you... I jerked-off three times for you yesterday, thinking of tonight... now c'mon on! And besides, haven't you been doing the same thing for me? Don't you want to as bad as I do?" Shego was beyond being polite, beyond tip-toeing around the subject. She was in pain. Sweet pain, perhaps, but it still hurt.
"I... No, I've never... I don't masturbate... I think -"
Shego lifted her head from Kim's bosom to look her in the eye. What her girlfriend had just said shook Shego inside and out. "What?" she said, her tone belieing how she felt.
"I... I don't... I've never -"
"You've never had an orgasm?" Shego finished for her, unbelieving.
"N – no. I haven't. I... it's just that...
Shego closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. Her heat and excitement had completely evaporated, like alcohol on mirror – it faded away before she could even think to watch it go. She lowered her forehead onto Kim's breast-bone, her nose in the girl's cleavage, and took a breath of what had seemed to be the Most Important Thing in the World, only seconds before. Now, the fragrance of her bosom only reminded her that she'd made a mistake. This wasn't going to happen. Not tonight. Not for a long time, maybe...
She rolled off the other girl and sat cross-legged on the floor, looking away. "How old are you, anyway, Kim?" she asked.
"I... uh... I'll be seventeen in March. March 11th. Why?"
Yup. Big Mistake, all right. Only kids answer that question with how old they're going to be.
"Just wondering. I knew you were still in high school an' everything... I guess I just chose to... ignore that fact. I've been imaging you the way I wanted you to be, not the way you are... I suppose it comes from the fighting – you fight so much like me I can't even beat you, comet-powers or not... and I just assumed - because I wanted to assume - that you were... like me in other ways, too. But you're not, are you..."
"What do you -" Kim began, cut Shego cut her off.
"No, Kim – please, no questions right now. I need some time to... re-evaluate things. Okay? If you start asking me things, I have to answer, and right now... well, I just feel like an idiot. So no questions, okay?" She stood up, straightening her dress, "You still want to go have dinner?"
Kim rose onto her elbows and pretended looked around for her sweater, feeling very self-conscious of her still-erect nipples, one of which was still wet with Shego's saliva. That feeling... that electric feeling... was so... dirty... It made her think of things she never thought of before... perverted things. Things involving body-fluids. Things involving... smells and tastes and... how it would feel to have someone inside her. Inside her! And Shego wanted to know if she still wanted to go to dinner? For the first time in her life, Kim actually felt like she wanted to bite off a mouthful of another person's flesh and chew and swallow it, just be have a piece of someone else become a part of her. She could've eaten Shego for dinner! So why did I tell her to stop? What's WRONG with me! I should be... sucking on every inch of her body RIGHT NOW! Say something, Kim!
But she'd said "no questions", and Kim wouldn't ask any. She needed time to think, too.
But she didn't want to think alone. The moment was gone now anyway... what a moment it had been, too. If only the moment could have gone on... but no... there was too much to... be afraid of. The unknown is always scary, and discovering things you didn't know about yourself are the scariest yet.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do. Uh... if you do..."
"Okay, you can get dressed in the bedroom there. I'll wait here." Like a friend would Shego thought, Only I don't WANT to be your "friend"! Let alone your "Big Sister"... aww dammit... SUCH the idiot, Shego...
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