Chapter 18: Aftermath

Conner came downstairs to finding Ethan in the living room. "Hey, Ethan," he greeted. Ethan looked up from the game he was playing.

"Oh, hey Conner," he answered.

A smug grin came across his face. "Someone had a little fun last night," Ethan commented. Conner stopped midway to the kitchen and looked over at him.

"You know this how?" He asked.

"Oh please. Your room is next to mine, not hard to hear."

Conner sighed and leaned against the wall. "And you came down the stairs with a stupid grin on your face. Which isn't you," he added.

"I'm a morning person," Conner objected.

Ethan laughed. "Yeah, right. Since when? All through high school, anyone who'd try to talk to you in the morning you'd want to knock their lights out," Ethan laughed. Conner shook his head.

"Whatever," he laughed.

He walked into the kitchen to see Trent there. "Man, a guy can't go anywhere without running into someone," he commented.

"Well, speaking this is my house," Trent pointed out.

"Good point."

Conner grabbed an apple. "Just became a morning person?" Trent asked with a small grin.

"Dude what is it with you, Ethan, and my personal affair with Kira?" Conner asked.

"When you two needed to learn to keep it down," Trent replied.

"We weren't that loud."

Trent shrugged. "If you say so," he answered. Trent got his coffee and leaned against the counter. "By the way, where is Kira?" He asked. Conner took a bite of the apple before he answered him.

"Sleeping," he replied.

"Wore her out that bad last night didn't you?" Trent asked.

Conner threw the soccer ball he had in his other hand at Trent. "Shut up," he replied. Conner threw the apple core in the trash can. "What is this, pick on Conner day?" He asked.

"Just next time you two decide to have sex. Keep the noise level to a dull roar," Trent replied.

Conner went to hit him over the head when the Black Ranger ducked. "Shut up," He muttered. He turned and left the kitchen.

Kira sighed when she came out of the shower and looked over at the door when someone knocked. "Come in," she answered. Kitty came in with a smile. "What?" Kira asked as she dried her hair.

"Come on, Kira, don't play dumb with me," Kitty insisted.

"Seriously what?"

"You and Conner had sex last night."

Kira's face suddenly turned as red as her uniform. "Don't even try to deny it," Kitty added. Kira sighed and sat on the bed.

"Okay, I won't deny it. We did," Kira answered.

Kitty smiled as she sat across from her. "Well?" Kitty asked.

"Well what?" Kira asked.

"Was he good?"

"Kitty!"

Kira felt her face burning with embarrassment. "Come on, details, details," Kitty insisted. Kira grabbed her pillow and let out a sigh.

"Okay, he was good. Actually, good doesn't describe it," Kira answered.

Kira sighed as she laid back on the bed. "Even though, I wish Conner was my first," Kira told him. Kitty gave her a quizzical look.

"Who was your first?" Kitty asked.

Kira propped herself up on her elbow. "Trent," she confessed. Kitty's eyes widened in shock. "It was after prom. We thought we loved each other, but then afterwards, it just didn't feel right," she explained. Kitty sighed and she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Was it just once?" She asked.

Kira laid back on the bed. "Once, but we tried it again a couple of months after that, but it just didn't feel right, so we stopped," Kira replied. Kitty sighed and she played with the bracelet Trent bought for her on their second date. "Trent really cares about you though, Kitty," she added. Kitty sighed and she leaned back against the headboard.

"One question though," Kitty informed.

"What's that?"

"Does it hurt?"

Kira sat next to her and she ran her fingers through her damp hair. "The very first time, a little bit, but not so much after a little while," Kira explained. She sighed and smiled. "But tell you one thing, it's worth it if it's with someone you care about," she added. Kitty smiled. "Okay, enough about sex," Kira informed. Kitty laughed.

Tommy was walking down the hall heading towards Trent's art room to talk to Trent when he heard the girls' conversation. "No, seriously, who was your coach during the Pan-Globals?" Kira asked. Kitty laughed.

"I am serious. My Pan-Globals coach was Kimberly Hart," she replied.

"She won the Pan-Globals years ago! I remember watching that."

Tommy felt his heart stop at Kitty's words. He knocked on the door. "Kitty, can I talk to you?" He asked. Kitty got up from the bed.

"Sure," she answered.

She left the room and Tommy rubbed the back of his neck. "You said your coach was Kimberly?" He asked.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Do you still keep in contact?"

"Duh!"

Tommy laughed slightly. "Yeah, stupid question. Um, can I have like her number or something?" He asked.

"Sure…wait a minute. How do you know Kimberly?" She asked.

"We went to high school together," he replied.

"Funny, she mentioned a lot of her friends from Angel Grove High, but you weren't mentioned."

Tommy sighed. "I suppose not, but seriously. I need to contact her," he answered. Kitty sighed and wrote down the number.

"First, I need proof that you knew her," she instructed.

Tommy sighed as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out an old high school picture of him and Kim. "Enough proof?" He asked. Kitty looked at the picture in disbelief. Tommy fidgeted slightly as Kitty handed him the number.

"If you weren't supposed to have her number, don't tell her it was me who gave it to you," she instructed.

"You got it," he answered.

Kitty watched him go and she went back into Kira's room. "What was all that about?" Kira asked.

"No idea," Kitty replied.

Tommy went out into his jeep and picked up his cell-phone. He dialed the number Kitty gave him and listened to the ringing tone on the other end. "Coach Hart," Kimberly answered.

"Kim?" He asked.

There was a long pause on the other end. "Tommy?" Kimberly asked. Tommy sat back in his seat.

"Kimberly, we need to talk," he replied.

He heard her sigh on her end of the phone. "Yeah, yeah we do," she agreed.