"And to think-- the show's only just begun," said a very amused Shego as she leaned against the frame of the classroom door.
Kim's body began to ache all over and she could feel herself getting dizzy. She clutched edge of her desk and rested her head against it, realizing just how incredibly horny she was getting in her struggle to resist. But why? Why was it hitting her so hard? Before she became too overwhelmed to think clearly she recognized the familiar sensations from down below, vaguely wondering if she was making her seat wet. Ron and his conveniently-timed erection were not but two feet feet away, far beyond mere temptation. She needed it so bad, but no-- no! She was at school-- anywhere but the school!
Ron momentarily forgot about his own little problem, realizing something was wrong when he saw her shaking. "Uh, KP? Ya know, you don't look so good, are you okay?" Concerned, he put his hand on her shoulder, hoping to get a reaction. All eyes in the room turned to the both of them when she screamed at his touch, jumping out of her seat. But instead of mounting Ron as every inch of her body cried out for, she ran. Out the door she went, past Shego and down the hallway, hoping she could make it to the one place that she felt might cure her. And as long as no one got in her way she just might make it there before she began to do something as crazy as dry-hump the water fountains.
Then a certain hottie by the name of Josh Mankey crossed her path.
"Woah, hey! What's the hurry there, Kim?" She froze in front of him, uncertain of where her body was going to take her next. Stepping toward the flyer he had just posted on the wall, he smiled and asked, "So what do you think of the new artwork I did for this year's talent show?"
Her eyes were wide open, her lips trembling. Oh no, she thought, not now. Anyone but him! But the urge was almost unbearable. She stood still there for a moment, doing her best to clear her mind. Bracing herself, she finally blurted out, "Josh, get out of the way, I don't want to fuck you!" knocking both him and the remaining flyers over as she broke into a sprint.
Josh looked down at the scattered pile of papers then back to her disappearing figure. "You know, if you didn't like it all you had to do was just say so."
Rounding the corner and making her way past the gym doors, Kim finally arrived at the locker room. Certain that all she really needed was a cold shower to snap out of this ridiculous state, she jumped directly into the set of stalls and turned one of the shower heads on. Would it be enough? She immediately heard a high-pitched shriek. Blinking the water out of her eyes, she turned and saw a figure desperately trying to cover herself with a towel. Her mouth dropped open. "Tara?"
"Kim, what are you doing here?"
Now out of breath and still trying to gain control of herself, she managed to mutter, "No time to explain-- emergency-- and why-- why are you here-- it's still homeroom--" Kim wanted to look away but she just couldn't help herself. She never really gave much thought to how sexy Tara was because she didn't swing that way at all. And yet Ron's image was fading fast as she continued to gawk at Tara's lovely wet figure, barely covered by the towel. The shower was not helping after all-- if anything, the thought of wet skin only made her more eager to find some source of satisfaction.
Tara shyly looked down to the tile, saying "Oh, come on-- you know I don't like to shower in front of everyone, that's why I always come in here early. And Kim? What kind of emergency is this anyway? And why on earth do you still have your clothes on, they're completely soaked now!"
Weary of holding herself back, Kim finally gave in to her growing lust. "You're right, it's silly to wear clothes in the shower. Let me just-- peel these things off."