Disoriented, Ron stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He realized where he was and quickly looked at the clock. Oh good, it wasn't all that late yet. His thoughts immediately turned to Kim. He covered her with the blanket in a very gentlemanly fashion and rather hastily put his clothes back on. He sat on the edge of the bed, still in disbelief over the course of events and debating on whether or not he should wake her up.
Oh, it would be the right thing to do, but it was gonna feel awkward. After a few moments of silence he let out a deep breath and said, "Hey, Kim? Kim! Wake up. I'm gonna head to the kitchen. Just thought I'd let ya know so you, uh--" he looked at the shorts and underwear flung all the way out to the door. "--So you can get dressed." He walked across the floor, gave her an overly-enthusiastic thumbs up and stepped out of the room.
She pretended not to hear the "Oh yeah, the Ron finally gets LAID!" and other victory hollers from down the stairs.
Kim needed some time to herself anyway. She looked at the clock and thought about what they had been doing a few hours before. She was expecting pain, maybe even blood for her first time, but experienced nothing more than a little discomfort and a lot of pressure before her body decided to welcome him. Was the "cherry" thing a myth? Wade would know. Eww, strike that, she'd be better off asking Bonnie. Well, maybe she'd ask Monique sometime. She walked over to the closet and picked an outfit to wear. She blushed when she noticed the purple dildo on the floor. She kicked it under the bed and out of sight.
Ron was in the kitchen as he said he'd be, sitting at the table. She came up from behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders. She giggled softly, noticing that some of those funny feelings were coming back to her.
Ron wasn't sure what to expect. More sex? Oh, please let it be more sex, please let it be more sex. . .
"Hey Ron, I don't feel like being cooped up in the house, what do you say we go to Bueno Nacho like you wanted?"
Food? Ron's gears switched immediately. "Yeah, okay."
For once she was glad that his scooter was so slow; she really wanted to be out in the night and enjoy the ride. She straddled the seat directly behind him, placing her arms around his waist and resting her cheek on the back of his neck. She closed her eyes and and let her thoughts wander as they wound their way down the street. Everything was perfect.
He pulled into a parking space and held her hand as she stepped off the scooter. He walked ahead of her and held the door. As they approached the lobby of the restaurant he said, "Hey KP, make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back, I uh-- I think I left the motor running." Motor running? But she was too starry-eyed to question it and wandered inside to find a booth.
With Kim safely out of sight, Ron urgently ran off to the payphone. "Hello, Wade?"
"Hey Ron, what's up? Or is that a bad question to ask right now?"
Ron was oblivious to his sly tone. "I just wanted to, you know, thank you for the heads up. The timing on that, oh it was perfect. I mean I fumbled a little bit at the beginning, but it's all good, it's all good." He gestured toward the phone as if her were talking into a webcam. "So, uh-- exactly how well do those night-vision cameras work anyway?"
Wade laughed. "Well enough to know when you weren't looking her in the eye."
Ron froze. "What, you watched that too!"
"What were you expecting, did you think I was gonna turn the camera off once you got there? Don't worry, you're not the one I was looking at."
"Dude, that is SICK and WRONG!" Ron tried to think of everything that had taken place in that bedroom, at a total loss for words. He thought about how Wade had been saying he'd seen some interesting things lately and how he felt guilty about taking advantage of the situation like that. She was so trusting of him, how could he do this to her? Finally, he composed himself. Holding the receiver up to his ear with his shoulder and rubbing his hands together, he said, "So-- how soon can you burn me a copy?"