Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Company owns the series Kim Possible. I receive nothing for this story except your reviews and a chance to flex my mighty brain. (Mighty small that is.) Warning: One last major lemon from the tree outside my back door.
Nobility
Chapter 11 KiBo and Movie Time
The three blonds stepped back and watched the fireworks begin.
Bonnie's hands automatically started roaming over the naked redhead's body. "You mean it K?" Bonnie groggily asked as her eye's fluttered partially open.
"Kiss me B," Kim muttered sleepily as she snuggled closer to the brunette and pursed her lips.
Now almost fully awake, Bonnie pressed her lips to Kim's. The redheaded cheerleader's emerald orbs flitted wide open in surprise for all of three seconds before they snapped shut and she pushed the kiss to a whole new level with tongue and passion. The two girls kissed and groped for five minutes before they slightly separated.
"Hi Bonnie," Kim said with a blush. "That's a really great way to wake up."
Bonnie smiled. "Yeah, I like it too. How'd you get here, in my arms I mean?"
They looked around and saw three naked blond teens only a few feet away with huge cheesy smiles on their faces looking more than slightly guilty. Tara and Jessica blushed slightly before they sidled backward to leave the now awake couple alone. Ron gave a little wave before he was grabbed by the two girls and dragged away.
"I guess Ron Ron believes in reciprocity," Bonnie giggled as she ran her hand through Kim's hair. "You gave me time with him and now he's letting you get some of me too."
"That's my Ron," Kim smiled and caressed Bonnie's face. "What's going on between you and him? I mean you call him Ron Ron and he calls you Bon Bon. I thought you hate it when someone calls you that name."
"I used to only let my Dad call me Bon Bon," the brunette told her bedmate. "But yesterday when Ron told me he'd only marry me with my Dad's permission I kinda liked his old fashioned manners and told him he could call me Bon Bon too."
"Yep, that's my Ron," Kim tittered before her countenance fell in slight embarrassment. "As often as I've dreamed of this moment Bonnie, I'm not really sure how to start or what exactly to do."
"I've had a little experience K." The brunette's hand wandered Kim's torso and found a home on a pointy pink peak. She drew circles around the erect, protruding, rock hard nipple and noticed how large the light tan aureoli were. Bonnie tittered at Kim's reaction as the redhead closed her eyes and moaned lightly. "Just do whatever you want. Whatever you'd like to have happen to you."
Kim's eye's shot open as her face lit up in sheer exuberance. She smashed her mouth against Bonnie's and roughly grabbed and fondled a breast with one hand. The other dove between the teal-eyed brunette's legs and dug in to Bonnie's love box with two, then three fingers. In other words, Kim jumped her new friend's bones and took control of the sitch.
Slightly taken aback but totally enjoying the attention, Bonnie's hands wandered Kim's back for a few moments before they found their purchase on Kim's firm buttocks. She marveled at the solid muscle tone as her hands massaged Kim's ass. That brief thought went through Bonnie's mind before she realized Kim was virtually in perpetual motion and did a lot of leaping, running and jumping when they cheered and most likely when she was on missions too. The thought was swiftly pushed aside by a jolt of electric rapture as Kim found the right spot between her legs.
Kim smiled around the lip lock in self satisfaction when Bonnie grunted long, loud and low as she started to squirm and shudder at the ministrations. A wicked smirk arose as Kim backed out of the buss and begged, "Am I doing it right B?"
"Ooooo K!" Bonnie exhaled in utter delight.
Kim giggled at the double definition of the response and intensified the assault with a forth finger. She had to scoot down Bonnie's body as her thumb and palm disappeared into the clean shaven, velvety goody basket. Kim's lips found a unoccupied breast and started to lick and nibble at the protruding nub.
Bonnie's body responded by violently jerking and twisting in a full blown orgasm. The scream that pierced the night sky brought Ron and the other cheerleaders to their feet and swiftly to the side of the makeshift make-out mattress.
Kim smugly smiled as she sat up, looked at her girl juice slimed hand and laughed. "I guess I do know what to do with another girl." She looked down at the victim of her vainglorious volley and licked tentatively at the juices dripping from her fingers. "Ummm, I love the taste of RonRonBonBon."
Bonnie had passed out, again, curled into a tight ball with both hands between her legs cupping her soaked and dripping pussy.
The assembled girls broke out in applause. Kim blushed at the plaudits and asked, "Why are you clapping?" Tara came over and whispered in Kim's ear. Kim blushed as red as her hair. "Really? All of you girls?"
"Yep!" Tara giggled. "You're the only one to bring Bonnie to her knees. We're the ones who are always screaming to high heaven." Tara blushed slightly before she continued. "Now with your permission, I'd like some time with your husband." She held up a fairly large foil wrapped packet and waggled it in the air.
"Ron Sweetie," Kim smiled, got up and bade her husband of only one hour over, "Tara would like some time with you."
Ron walked over to the two cheerleaders and wrapped Kim in a embrace. "You mean me and Tara doing it KP? I mean I'd love to but if you don't want me to..."
Kim snuggled into the hug. "I don't mind Ron. You have a special gift that we should share with our friends." She reached up and kissed his lips. "But only when it's okay with me. I might want your gift at the same time since I'll still need my daily doses of Ronshine."
Ron frowned back at her. "Does that mean you want to experience and experiment with other guys too?"
"No Ron," Kim said flatly as she squeezed him tight, "I panicked when I said that at school. I kinda thought I was losing you to Bonnie and jumped at straws. I wanted to make you jealous... and failed miserably." Kim patted Ron's chest then hugged him hard. "You can help our friends when they need it but I don't want anyone but you. You'll always be my one and only man."
"Right KP. You're always first in my book too," Ron tittered and smiled. "Soooo, I'll keep checkin with you if they ask?"
"That's fine with me Sweetie, Thank You." Kim gave Ron a final hug and pushed him into the platinum blond's arms. "Go on now, make Tara happy."
The blue-eyed girl wrapped her arms around one of Ron's and giggled. "I think we'd better do it up in Bonnie's room. It's soundproofed and whenever I go solo I get really vocal. I think I might be extra loud with you." She led Ron toward the house.
"So do most girls get vocal when they Big O?" Ron queried and rubbed the back of his neck, "I guess I can be kinda dense when it comes to the femininas."
"Yeah," Tara laughed as Ron gallantly opened the screen door to the house for her, "most guys are. I don't know about most girls but I'm really loud. Anyway, as you know I had a few fantasies when I crushed on you after Wannaweep and you're about to make one or two of them come true."
Kim noticed the light come on in Bonnie's bedroom on the second floor before she wandered over to a chaise lounge. Marcella was lying in it with Rufus perched on her shoulder. "How are you two doing?" she inquired.
The raven haired girls smiled. "We're doing just fine."
Rufus looked warily around. "No Crystal? Ho-kay!" He gave Kim a big smile and thumbs up.
Kim blushed slightly. "What's the story with everyone? Tara and Bonnie are the only ones to join me in Ron's harem after you told me y'all just want to watch."
"Well," Marcella looked around, "after listening to you and seeing what Bonnie received from Ron we all agree he's too much of a man for us. No offense but I'll settle for my Henry."
"None taken," Kim said in slight relief. They heard the front door bell chime.
Kim looked at the sleeping Bonnie then the other girls. "I'd better answer that." She went to the cabana and donned a white terry bathrobe. As an afterthought she snatched an object off the bar top as she headed for the house.
Kim padded barefoot through the living room to the front door. When she opened it she found a Middleton Police Officer standing there with a stern look on his face. "Good Evening Officer Hobble. How may I help you?"
"Kim Possible," the Man In Blue said almost sounding relieved, "is Miss Rockwaller available?"
"Bonnie... is a bit preoccupied at the moment."
"Well, maybe you can help me. This is the second time I've been called out to this house on a complaint from the neighbors. They reported loud screams emanating from the pool area."
Kim giggled. "I'm sorry. The cheer squad is watching a horror movie out by the pool and Ron had control of the remote. Whenever someone in the movie was about to scream he'd crank up the volume. It won't happen anymore though." Kim pulled her hand out of the huge pocket in the terry robe and show the Officer the television remote control she had retrieved from the bar. "I finally got the remote away from him." Kim shifted the control to her other hand and dug into the pocket again. She held out the hand and showed him two small long round objects. "I also removed the batteries in case he somehow steals it back from me."
Officer Hobble scratched his head and sighed in relief. "Well, since it's you Miss Possible and you seem to have things well in hand, I'll let you off with another warning." His voice grew cold as he sternly warned, "But if I'm called out here again I'll have to write Miss Rockwaller up for a noise violation."
"I understand Officer Hobble," Kim said. "I don't think you'll have any more problems from here. The movie is almost over and the party is starting to wind down. It's a school night and I think we'll all be heading home soon."
"Okay then," the Officer said happily relieved. "I'll let you get back to your friends. Have a pleasant evening." He tipped his cap and walked back to his vehicle.
Kim closed the door. "I sure hate to lie," she said woefully before she smiled wickedly, tossed the remote in the air and caught it with one hand, "but I'd hate it even more if it got out that Bonnie was ticketed for screaming while having sex with me... on my wedding night with Ron!"
Kim turned around and saw Ron coming down the stairs with a sleeping blond cheerleader riding piggyback, er... I mean riding bareback. (Both she and her steed.) "I thought you cheerleaders were suppose ta have stamina?" Ron queried his wife. "Tara had two orgasms in under a minute and passed out cold."
Tara shifted sightly and tightened her grip around Ron's neck. "Five," she said blissfully as she nuzzled into the nape of his neck. "Two big ones and three minor tremors." The blond girl licked her lips and smiled as she finally lifted her head with half lidded eyes. "That's if we weren't just hit by an earthquake."
"And vocal," Ron snickered. "She screamed twice as loud as when she cheers on the team."
Kim let out a gleeful laugh. "I guess Tara had something to yell about. I'm glad Bonnie's room is soundproofed because Officer Hobble was just at the front door."
Blissfully smiling broadly, Tara nodded briefly as her eyes shut and her head plopped back onto Ron's shoulder. The three returned to the pool area only to find the rest of the girls getting dressed. (Bonnie being the only exception since she was still out cold and snoring lightly.)
"Are you all leaving?" Kim queried.
"No," Marcella spoke up as she adjusted her uniform skirt and tucked her panties and bra into her gym bag, "it's getting a little cool out her so we thought we'd put on our uniforms and watch a movie." Ron missed it but Kim caught the sly smirk that the raven-haired girl tried to cover.
They all walked over to the cabana. Ron set Tara down in a chaise lounge and draped a large fluffy towel over her before taking a seat in another. Kim snuggled in next to him and draped part of the robe over his body. Marcella turned on the TV and started the DVD.
A familiar setting appeared on the screen before a redheaded girl and blond boy were shoved into frame by two pair of hands. "NO!" Kim exhaled in abject horror as she watched herself and Ron shy away from one another for a second before she jumped his bones.
"There's no plot to this thing," Ron mused aloud, "it's all action. Did we skip the beginning credits?"
"It's a home movie Ron," Liz informed him, figuring he was just having a blond moment.
"Really," Ron tittered. "Who's home movies is..." His voice faltered as he suddenly recognized the lustrous red hair. His eyes caught the cable running from the back of the machine, up the wall, to a camera in the corner of the room. "That's us!" he almost yelled as he nudged his wife.
"Yep," Kim tittered and nestled into his arms further. "You look fairly handsome on the screen."
Ron nervously laughed. "Yeah, I guess. So, that's us earlier." He suddenly became worried. "KP, if that's us and the neighbors called the cops the first time..." Ron went into panic mode. "KP! Volume, VOLUME!"
Kim pulled the remote control out of the robes pocket and aimed it at the set. Nothing happened. "Shoot, the batteries!" She reached back into the deep pocket and produced the two small charged cylinders. She opened the back of the remote and fumbled slightly trying to inset the batteries.
"KP, you're about to squeal," Ron warned.
Kim slammed the batteries home and hit the mute button just in time.
The home video played through to the end and was run a second time at a quieter volume. Liz grabbed the control from Kim and started playing certain scenes in slo-motion. The running commentary coming from the peanut gallery didn't bother Kim and Ron in the least. In fact, the viewing almost turned into a Mystery Science Theater 3000 party.
"I can make a copy for your Mom and Dad," Bonnie said wickedly as she wobbled her way over to the cabana and sat at the edge of Kim and Ron's chaise, "for both of your parents." Bonnie finally noticed the sloppy mess between her legs, swiped a finger through the goo and sucked it clean with a smile and ecstatic moan.
"You would, wouldn't you Bonnie," Kim playfully snarked at her newest friend.
"Oh, and ladies," Bonnie giggled and said to the assembled, "don't forget to email me all the photos you took tonight. I'll put together a special wedding album for Kim's Mom and Dad."
"Bon Bon!" Ron chided in a semi-mock warning. Bonnie partially placated him with a gooey glob of slit sluice juice.
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For those not familiar with MST3K, it was a television show about a maintenance guy trapped on a space station with two robots. A mad scientist would make them sit through horrible B-movies usually of the sci fi variety. The three prisoners would watch and comment on the flix, sometimes adding their own dialog. A brilliant concept pulled off with aplomb by a small group from Minnesota. It's too bad Comedy Central bought the show and ruined it by expanding the space station side story. There have been theme parties mimicking MST3K. They are great fun!