Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Company owns all rights to the characters and situations associated with Kim Possible. I borrow Kim, her family and friends for no monetary gain. I do this only to keep my fingers limber by typing.

This is rated M for a reason. You must be of legal age to continue reading this story. The lemons in this story aren't very graphic, but it is mature material. You have been warned.

The Closet II

Chapter 2

The 2nd Date

It didn't turn out to be a very vigorous workout in the Possible backyard that Saturday morning. In fact, Kim had gone back to square one. The two teens spent the entire morning slightly relaxed but ready for action in the basic horse stance. If someone came upon them while they were standing there the person might have thought they were pretending to be statues. While in position, they discussed the philosophy and moral disciplines behind all martial arts. Ron questioned why they were back doing the first things they'd learned while taking their classes so long ago. Kim reminded him that she was the teacher and she wanted to see if he could hold his stance while they talked at the same time. She also wanted to see if Ron remembered when and where martial arts could be morally used and when it would be inappropriate to employ such skills.

Ron's remembered being taught that most martial arts started out as an offensive weapon but that they were now considered a defensive art form and were not to be used lightly or to bully anyone. But more importantly, they could and should be used to help save the world from evil. His concentration in the horse stance did falter a couple of times over the two hour long session but he quickly reined in his random thoughts and got back on the horse, so to speak.

After the session Kim felt fairly satisfied with Ron's concentration but wanted to test his endurance further. She grabbed Ron's mission pack and emptied it before handing it back to him. Then Kim took her full backpack and slung it over her shoulders. "Now we'll get in a little exercise to build up your stamina."

They stretched their muscles for a few minutes to limber up before Kim led Ron on a five mile run.

They both kept a good pace as they traversed the streets of Middleton, never slowing down and genially chatting about the recent happenings at school. They ended their run at the Possible's front door. Both easily handled the five miles but Ron seemed a little out of breath.

"Wow, Ron," Kim marveled as she took off her backpack and let it swing freely, easily holding it with one hand and looking as fresh as a daisy. "You did very well today and for that, you deserve to be treated to Bueno Nacho. Take a shower in the downstairs bathroom and get dressed. I'll be down shortly."

"You got it, KP," Ron panted and entered the house. He casually walked to the downstairs bathroom but nearly collapsed, out of Kim's sight, as he was taking off his mission gear to step into the shower.

Kim watched Ron enter the bathroom and turned for the stairs. Just then the telephone rang. "Possible residence, Kim speaking," she practically sang into the receiver when she answered the phone. She was always in a great mood after a brisk morning run.

"Hey Kim," the voice at the other end of the line said.

"Josh," Kim cried in surprise. "How are you today?"

"I'm doing fine," Josh smoothly answered. "Say, I had a wonderful time last night at the dance and thought we could get together today and hang out."

"I had a great time too and I'd love to hang," Kim said as she absently swiped her brow with a finger to get a few errant strands of hair out of her eyes. "Where and when would you like to meet?"

"I thought we could spend the day in Middleton Park. Can you meet me in, say, fifteen minutes?"

"I'll be there," Kim quickly answered. She had gotten over her initial fears of talking to Josh during the dance and was now more comfortable talking to him, especially over the phone where she didn't have to look into his gorgeous blue eyes.

Kim suddenly heard a small crash coming from the downstairs bathroom followed by Ron quickly yelling, "I'm okay! I'll clean that up later!"

In the excitement of planning a rendezvous with Josh she had forgotten all about Ron and her promise to take him to Bueno Nacho for a job well done. Kim knew Ron wouldn't mind going to BN alone. Earlier that morning, in fact, he practically insisted that she should date Josh to find out if there was any magic between the two teens. But she had also promised Ron. Decisions, decisions.

"Oooo, I forgot," Kim moaned and hoped she didn't sound like she was lying or making up any lame excuses, "I have a prior commitment I need to take care of right now. Can we meet after lunch, or say, in an hour or so? I'm really sorry I can't meet you right away."

"That's okay Kim," Josh chuckled. "I know you keep very busy and may've had other plans. I'll see you in one hour near the playground equipment, alright?"

"Thanks Josh," Kim sighed in relief as she hung up the telephone then raced up the stairs to the bathroom at the bottom of her loft staircase. Kim knew that if she hurried she and Ron could make it to BN in twenty minutes and be done eating in a forty. Add in a little chit chat time with her best friend before she left the restaurant and Kim knew she could well make it to the park in under an hour.

After a quick shower Kim wrapped a towel around her wet hair, stuffed her slightly sweaty clothes in the hamper and raced up the stairs to her loft bedroom without thinking about putting anything else on. After all, her family was out of the house and she reasoned that Ron was probably a little sore after the morning training session and run so he would take his time in the shower, letting the hot water wash away his aches and pains. When she breached the hatch doorway to her room Kim stopped in her tracks on the top step. Ron was sitting there on her bed, fully dressed and arms primly folded in his lap, patiently waiting for her.

"Ah, KP," Ron nervously said, averting and covering his eyes like a gentleman, "don't you think you should be dressed in something after your shower? I mean you should be wearing a robe or at least have a towel rapped around your bod."

Quickly thinking, Kim went through all the different responses she could give and swiftly came up with a plan. It was bold and a bit brazen but she knew she could handle it, especially if the plan would further motivate Ron with his training. This actually might work to her advantage, Kim thought, giving Ron more incentive to better himself. And besides, she needed to work off a little of the 'Ron Fantasy High' she had experienced earlier before she met with Josh.

"No Ron," Kim stated as she boldly walked over to the bed and stood in all her naked glory in front of him. "I didn't think you'd be up here so soon but it doesn't really matter. We've seen each other naked before when we used to take baths together."

"Yeah, when we were, like, four years old!" Ron yelped as he almost turned to her with his response. He swiftly turned away and suddenly became angry at the thought of the last time they'd gotten clean together in the same bathtub. "Wait a minute! The last time we took a bath together you made fun of Little Ron when you realized you didn't have a Little Kim between your legs!"

"That's not the point," Kim sassed back with her fists on her hips. "We're fourteen now going on fifteen which means we're older but it doesn't matter what age we are. We still have the same body parts as back then."

"Ooooh No!" Ron argued back as he stood up, took two steps forward and went face-to-face with Kim looking her dead in the eye. "You got two body parts that are a little bigger then back then and my thing is a lot larger than it was ten years ago!"

"Oh, yeah?" Kim snapped back with an almost evil grin. "Show me what you mean!"

"Little Ron ain't so little no more," Ron angrily answered back as he undid the button and zipper of his cargo pants and pushed them and his boxers down to his knees. His eyes snapped down to Kim's chest as he pointed and poked at one of her nipples. "And your t… Boo… Brea… Things are a lot bigger than they were back then!" A small portion of Ron brain suddenly realized what he was looking at and quickly snapped his eyes back up to Kim's face.

Kim thoroughly enjoyed Ron poking her breast as she glanced down and saw for herself that Little Ron had indeed grown quite a bit over the last ten years. Back then it was puny, as all four year old penises normally are. Now his cock was a good four inches long, even while still in its flaccid state.

"So I see." Kim smiled inwardly at getting Ron to drop trousers and show off his manhood to her. She also noticed that, in the heat of the argument, Ron's finger had stopped poking her breast but was still pressed into her flesh. She took a half step toward him as she said, "You're right Ron. We've both developed a bit over the last ten years but that doesn't mean we should be ashamed of what we have. I don't mind you looking at me while I'm not wearing any clothes. Why should you mind?"

"Because good manners are good manners KP, no matter if they're at the dinner table or in the bedroom, and good manners state that a gentleman shouldn't see a girl naked until after they get married," Ron answered, still a little tweaked that Kim didn't see his point, even though he still had a finger pressed in to one of her pointy nipples. Unconsciously, Ron's finger point slowly moved on to become a whole hand on her breast trying to hold off the now argumentative girl as she moved closer to him, backing him up a step.

"While good manners at the table will never go out of style I believe those views about nudity are old fashioned," Kim argued back with a snide chuckle. "This is the twenty-first century, Ron. We've gone beyond being prudish about the naked body. Last year after your Bar Mitzvah, we even talked about your circumcision. I never saw the consequences of what happened during the Bris ceremony until now but you told me all about the rite and what happened to you." A smug expression arose as Kim nonchalantly added, "I don't even mind that you have your hand on my breast right now."

Ron slowly looked down and saw where his hand was, the one holding Kim at bay. "EEP!" he gasped and pulled his hand away from her chest like it had burned him. "I'm sorry Kim!"

"I'm not," Kim slyly giggled as she coyly pulled his hand back to her breast. "I like it when you touch me and I'm enjoying the show you're putting on too." Her eyes motioned down to the twitching and slowly growing appendage between his legs that had already come to half mast.

"Sorry KP," Ron gasped again and tried to reach down to pull his pants back up. "It's something I can't control yet."

"You shouldn't be sorry," Kim giggled and pushed Ron back on to the bed as he reached down to pull up his boxers and cargo pants. She swiftly pulled his pants and boxers down further to his ankles. "Just relax Ron and let it happen. I want to see it happen." Kim crawled onto the bed next to him so she could see what was steadily growing in Ron's lap. "Go ahead and pleasure yourself, I want to watch."

"Are you sure?" Ron begged as his hand slowly moved to wrap around his now fully engorged penis. "I mean this is turning into a fantasy of mine."

"I'm sure it is," Kim solemnly assured her best friend in a sultry voice as one of her hands dipped between her legs and she began to fondle and tweak her nipples with the other. "This is only a one time thing that neither of us can tell anyone about, especially our parents," Kim groaned in ecstasy as her fingers found the right spot between her legs. She had done this twice before, alone in her room and only when she knew her family wouldn't be back soon, but she had quickly discovered what worked best for herself.

Ron began to stroke himself as he watched Kim's eyes shut and legs spread wider while in passion's grip. They both quickly reached their peak and beyond.

"That was… "Ron gasped as he laid back on the bed.

"Yes it was," Kim giggled, unwrapped the towel around her head and cleaned off her sticky fingers and crotch. She then leaned in and wiped up Ron's discharge from his stomach and hand. "But we should get going. I need to be somewhere in forty minutes so we need to hit Bueno Nacho fast."

"Where do we need to be in forty minutes?" Ron asked as he stood up and got dressed. "Do we have a mission?"

"No Ron, there isn't any mission" Kim sighed as she got off the bed, went to her bureau drawers and started to get dressed. "Josh called while you were in the shower and we set up a second date. I'm suppose to meet him in Middleton Park in forty minutes."

"Oh, I'm sorry KP," Ron groaned as he began to solemnly trudge toward the bedroom stairs. "If I knew you had a date with Josh I wouldn't-a started arguing with you. Now you don't have enough time to go to BN and make it to the park on time."

Kim, dressed only in her panties, somersaulted over Ron to stop him with a hand to his chest before he left the room. "I'm not sorry we did what we did, Ron. As a matter of fact I sort of maneuvered us into doing it so it's nothing you or I should be ashamed of."

"But we shouldn't-a done it Kim," Ron half-heartedly argued back. "Not if you're going to be dating Mankey. You should be doing that sort of thing with him instead of me."

"I'm not dating Josh exclusively just yet and you've always been my best friend," Kim softly argued back. "As far as I'm concerned, the first time for this kind of experimentation should be done with your closest friend; Someone who you put your whole trust in. We won't be masturbating together like this again real soon unless you've been doing extra well in your training and, say, your schoolwork too. And then only if I say so. It can be another reward for your doing extra well in training and school. But what you need to understand is we're teenagers now and we're allowed to and almost expected to sexually experiment with our bodies." Kim lovingly cupped Ron's cheek with one hand and cooed, "Now that I've seen what you got I'll be thinking of you when I'm alone in bed at night and I hope you'll be thinking of me too."

Kim walked over to her closet as she assured, "Don't worry about Josh and me being together either. I won't be doing anything sexual with Josh until we've been a couple for at least a year or two. Now just wait right there while I get dressed and then we can head over to BN. Josh can wait a few extra minutes if I'm late."

"Okay KP," Ron sighed in relief, "but I'll wait downstairs if you don't mind. I still need to clean up the bathroom down there. I left it in a bit of a mess when I collapsed after the run."

Kim and Ron made it to Bueno Nacho in record time running, joking and laughing all the way. The teen couple ate their snack in relative silence, simply enjoying their time together, before Kim left to meet up with Josh in the park. Before she left, Ron promised to work on his school assignments and Kim informed Ron that she'd come over to his house after the date to check on his progress.

All of what Kim had said didn't register in Ron's normally chaotic mind until he reached his bedroom. "Wait a minute," Ron said to Rufus as the naked mole rat hopped out of his pocket home and found a place to sit on the desk. "Kim said she'll be thinking of me when she's in bed and she won't be doing anything with Monkey Boy for a while either!"

"Uh huh, uh huh!" Rufus eagerly nodded then prompted, "And…"

"What?' Ron begged his little friend in confusion.

"School," Rufus squeaked his answer while anxiously nodding his head and pointing at the stack of textbooks for Ron to get the other thing Kim had mentioned.

It suddenly hit Ron like a ton of Nacos. "Kim said we'd do it again if I train real hard and did well in school! A-BooYah!"

"So?" Rufus prodded his big buddy.

"So I guess I'd better get to work," Ron firmly stated as he sat down and pulled out his textbooks. After a few moments he started to silently chuckle as he whispered while he worked, "Kim trusts me."

Kim made it to the park with no time to spare. She spotted Josh, standing behind his easel, by the playground slide and quickly ran over to greet him. "Hey Josh. I'm not late, am I?"

"No you're not," the young artist said as he stepped to the side of the easel. "As a matter of fact you're right on time. What do you think?" He motioned with a grand bow and sweeping hand toward the canvas.

Kim saw that it was a pencil sketch of a few kids playing on the swings. It was a very good sketch, but it was still only a basic outline. Kim didn't get the point of drawing something as mundane as that but she also knew she'd have to appear interested and maybe stroke Josh's ego a bit if their relationship was to get off the ground.

"It's good," Kim judged as she gave a second look at the drawing and pronounced, "It's very good. Now, what would you like to do? Shall we go for a walk?"

"Oh no," Josh laughed as he knelt down and got a palette and paint brushes out of an old, highly polished, mahogany box on the ground. Kim realized it was his paint box kit. "The work is only half finished. I'm gonna to paint it in now." He quickly glanced around at the scene in front of him to see what colors he would need, grabbed a few tubes of paint from the box and added a few globs of new paint to the obviously well used palette.

"How long will it take you?" Kim quizzed her date as she sat down on the grass beside the easel and crossed her legs Indian-style to watch and chit chat.

"Oh, it shouldn't take very long," Josh chuckled as he stood up and, taking brush in hand, started to dab and mix the colors together on the palette. "Only two or three hours at the most." He took a long look at the swing set before he bent down and pulled out a couple of more different tubes of paint.

"Two or three hours?" Kim almost yelled out in shock before she reined in her astonishment that Josh was going to basically ignore her for a few hours while he concentrated on his work and she simply sat there. "I thought this was supposed to be a date?" Kim huffed, trying hard not to sound too disappointed.

"Oh, it is," Josh suavely answered as he stood up again and mixed a few more dabs of paint on the palette. He nodded his approval before he dipped and dabbed the brush in the mixture. He held his arm out, thumb up to get a proper prospective as he said, "We're together in the park on a bright sunny day. What more do you need in a date?"

"I could go for some ice cream," Kim eagerly suggested. She started to get up as she added, "How about you? What flavor do you like? It'll be my treat!"

"Sssssh," Josh shushed her as he put brush to canvas, "I need to concentrate now." The brush gently made its way across the canvas and, after only two inches, stopped and slowly lifted off the surface.

"Or, how about any type of conversation," Kim mumbled to herself as she plopped back down and her chin hit her chest in disappointment.

Josh never responded, or even appeared to hear Kim, as he slowly, almost cautiously, continued to put brush to canvas.

"How's your homework going," Kim cheerily asked as she entered Ron room and saw him, chin in hands, forlornly staring at his computer. He appeared to be reading something on the screen. "How much more do you have to do?" She was in a great mood because of the photos she saw hanging on the walls of the house when she entered, unlike in Ron's nightmare where he had removed them and then burned them in anger.

"I got it all done," Ron answered in a firm but non-committal voice. He reached over, scrolled the page down a bit and went back to reading. "Well, almost."

"Let me see what you're working on," Kim said as she leaned over his shoulder and began to read. "Say, isn't this the creative story we're suppose to hand in on Tuesday for English Composition class?"

"Yeah," Ron sighed and stood up from his chair to let Kim sit down. She scrolled to the top of the page and began to read in earnest. "It's supposedly suppose to be two thousand words but I'm, like, two words short and I can't think of anything else to add."

"This is very good," Kim said in amazement as she paged down and continued to read. "It's solid and well worded." She sat back in the chair and swiveled around to face him after she finished reading the paper. "I don't see where you can add anything either." She quickly asked, "Even with the footnotes and citations, you're still two words short?"

Ron reached over to the computer mouse, clicked the Tools Function and hit the Word Count feature. With a cheery sounding ding a box popped up and showed there were one thousand, nine hundred ninety-eight words in the document. "Do you think our teacher, Miss Diatribe, will care if I'm only two words shy?" Ron begged as he stood back up and anxiously crossed his arms over his chest.

"At cheer practice on Thursday," Kim said as she spun around to look over the paper again, "Crystal said she heard Miss Diatribe tell another teacher that she was going to elope with her fiancée this weekend so Mr. Barkin will probably be subbing for her for the next two weeks."

"If that the case," Ron exhaled gruffly and threw his hands in the air, "then it's a sure bet my paper's not nearly long enough!"

"Well, there's one sure way to make you paper more than two thousand words long," Kim said with a devious little grin as she closed the word count box, clicked the mouse once more at the bottom of the page and started typing.

"What? What?" Ron begged as he watch seven words being added to the end of the essay:

The End

Fine

Fin

Ende

Finis

Owari

"There you go," Kim triumphantly chimed and spun around to face her blond friend. "Now you're five words over the two thousand word mark. I think that will satisfy Mr. Barkin if he wants to question your word count."

"Way to go KP!" Ron cheered and did a little celebratory dance in the middle of his bedroom. "Now I'm all set for Monday and Tuesday!" Ron saw the surprised, questioning look he was getting from Kim and added, "I completed Monday's assignments and then went ahead and did the next few chapters of everything in case we get called out on a mission so I'm Chauncey at least through Tuesday."

"Not until I've checked over your other homework," Kim cautioned as she opened Ron's spiral notebook for their Math assignments. She perused the page as she picked up a red pencil from his desk. Kim delicately gnawed on the end of the pencil in deep concentration as she started back at the top and scanned down the page again, making a small tick mark here and there. At the end of the three pages of homework Kim found she had made only four red marks.

"Very good, Potential Boy," Kim marveled as she showed him the pages covering the next two or three days of assignments. "You got all the right answers but your method of achieving four of them were a bit unorthodox. Now let me see the rest of your assignments."

Kim scanned through all of the finished homework and showed him the few mistakes that popped up here and there. After a full half hour review of the material Kim turned to Ron with a huge smile. "You completed both Monday and Tuesday's homework assignments and did very well with all of it. As a reward, what would you like to do?"

"Well…" Ron sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he sat down on the edge of his bed. Kim thought she knew what was coming after what had happened earlier in her own bedroom but was completely flummoxed by what Ron said next. "…As much as I appreciate your thinking I deserve a reward for my school work I think our agreement also includes doing well in training to boot. Isn't it a combination of the two that gets me a reward?"

"You're absolutely right Ron," Kim said, taken aback by his straight forward, honest attitude. That was exactly what she had meant. "So what do you want to do? Would you like to train for an hour or two? It's still daylight outside."

"That's what I was thinking KP," Ron enthused as he hopped off the bed and headed for the bedroom door. "And I got just the thing for the conditioning part of our training. Follow me!"

"Where are you going Ron?" Kim questioned as she followed him down the stairs and out the kitchen door into the backyard.

When they arrived outside Kim was stunned to see six or seven pieces of gym equipment set up out there. Well, equipment was too kind of a word for the assembled pieces of odds and ends that made up the… stuff. There was a narrow treadmill-type deal consisting of a six foot long hallway runner with the ends duct taped together to make the tread. The tread was strung between the back axle of a bicycle that had a rolling pin sticking out of it and another kitchen rolling pin propped up off the ground. How Ron attached a rolling pin to the bike's axle, Kim couldn't even imagine. What amounted to be a set of free weights was nothing more than a few sawed off gardening implement handles with various numbers of bricks tied to the ends. There was also a tetherball dangling at shoulder level from a tree limb. A rope was duct taped to the bottom of the ball which was held in place by a cinderblock on the ground, thus creating a… speed punching bag? Kim wasn't totally sure what the other pieces were meant to bear a resemblance to.

"Wow, Ron," Kim nervously chuckled, not really sure what to say. "You sure went to a lot of trouble making all this nice, er … workout equipment. How did you find the time to make all this and still get your homework done?"

"Well duh," Ron flatly stated as if it were obvious. His goofy smile broke out as he announced, "Your date with Mankey lasted almost four hours. After I quickly got through Monday's assignments I came out here and put this stuff together. I spent the rest of the time doing the rest of the homework. By the way, how did your date go?"

"Not very well," Kim groaned at the remembrance of her afternoon from Hell. "When I got there Josh was painting a picture of kids playing on the swings. That took three hours. Afterwards, we headed over to get an ice cream cone from the vendor in the park. I thought we'd have a nice conversation on the way but all Josh wanted to talk about was that mundane picture he'd just completed. I was so looking forward to the ice cream when he stopped twenty feet short of the cart, pulled out his sketchpad and started to draw a picture of the vendor serving ice cream to some little kids."

Ron could see Kim was getting more upset by the minute and wanted to say something to calm her down but Kim continued her rant not letting him get a word in edgewise. "That took another half hour before he pulled out his palette and brushes again to paint in the outline. By that time I was so upset with him I got my ice cream cone, made up some lame excuse to leave which he probably didn't even hear and ran all the way to the sanity of your house!"

"So the ice cream and run untweaked your tweak?" Ron laughed at his own lame attempt at humor. "At least you were cool, calm and collected when you came into my room."

"I was, wasn't I?" Kim giggled at Ron's joke and felt a lot better about the whole afternoon. As she ran all the way to the Stoppable home she knew Ron would be there to cheer her up and that, in itself, brightened her mood on the way. Kim threw her arms around Ron's neck and gave him a big hug. "You always cheer me up whenever I'm down. Thank you Ron."

"You're welcome," Ron chimed back with a huge smile. "Now how about we get in a little workout before the sun sets." He broke from Kim's embrace and took a swing at the tetherball/speed bag. Ron solidly connected with the ball which broke free from it's duct taped lower connection, swiftly swung around the limb and beaned him on the back of the noggin. "OW!"

"Ron," Kim laughed and went to check on his head, "while the thought of you making all this swell equipment is just spankin, it probably won't hold up to the rigors of my," she thought quickly about him getting hurt trying to use the makeshift stuff as well and added, "or even your, workout."

"So, what can we train with?" Ron asked as he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head.

Ron was about to take another angry swing at the tetherball but Kim grabbed his arm, wrapped it around her shoulder and began to walk him toward the other side of the big tree. "Since your parents are home I think we should go up in the tree house and talk about it."

Not much was said in the aerial abode. There were a few groans and squeals of delight as the couple celebrated Ron's mastery of his homework and ingenuity in creating some unique, if not very practical, gym equipment.

Neither touched the other's body that evening but the reward system was now set. They would either go to Bueno Nacho for some well deserved snackage or they would head for the tree house or one of their beds for a little self-exploratory sex.

Little did they know that there would soon be another location for their mutual self-gratification, and a totally unwelcome reason for it.