A/N: On to March! I debated how much I really wanted to do it like this, and I think I found a happy medium way of doing this. Descriptions of KP/Shego (but they don't actually do anything). No like, no read. This will be the only chapter of mentions of girl on girl/threesome. But again, they don't actually do it. Shego and Drakken are married with kids and long reformed in this.
Chapter 5: St. Patrick's Day
Ron was beginning to regret this decision. She was so drunk in his passenger seat. Maybe they were a little old for this. And not even Irish. Not recently, anyway. But neither was anyone else at the club. At least they were on their way home.
He offered to be the stone cold sober designated driver, as he grew to dislike alcohol for the most part after a few benders too many when his father passed. But he wasn't thinking about that now.
His wife was laid out in the seat next to him, she had on a jagged red and black leather jacket that Ron had held most of the night. She had a simple black dress that hugged her and showed skin in all the right places. On the floor board were the heels she had kicked off already. She didn't quite look like a mess yet, but she was getting there. Mostly being obnoxious, singing to the radio. Ron had only seen her like this maybe once. Kim never really drank, never had much chance to. Once she graduated high school, it was straight to the CIA academy. There was no time for partying or even friends. So, she never saw the point in drinking. But work had been stressful lately and she wanted to blow off some steam with friends while she was still young. She had a long way to go until their official honeymoon in June.
They went out to the club, she danced with her friends, arms wrapped around their necks, holding a green beer behind them while she rambled about some nonsense, dropping flirty comments here and there.
Ron had his eye on her the whole time, one hand in the pocket of his simple black jacket, one hand holding his water. As he stood at the bar, a man approached him from the side. "Who you got your eye on?" he said, slurring a little. He indicated Kim, who was dancing with Shego. "Which one? I think they gay, bro. You're just south of the strip."
"The red head is my wife."
"Oh, my bad, dawg." The guy took one last look over at the two girls laughing and dancing. "Ooh, you lucky dog."
Shego was a little older than them, but even still two kids later, she was still hot. Ron almost wished Drakken was here, for someone else to banter with that was not single, but Drakken didn't want to be anywhere near the place. Plus, someone had to watch the kids. He would be around later to pick Shego up. Who would have thought so many years later the couple would be friends enough to go into the city to party together? Then again, nobody would have thought he'd be doing Kim Possible on the regular, now, did they?
At first Ron was a little insulted by the man, then realized that the guy now walking away from him was probably attempting to hit on him. It wasn't a gay club per say, but the guy was right, they weren't far from the strip of gay clubs in the city. Ron didn't know; Kim and others had decided on the place. They wanted to go in to the city to party.
On the way to the club, Kim had the conversation with him in the car. "After this, you and I are having wild, dynamite sex. I am going to be so drunk." Ron gave her a look. "Look, I am fully consenting now. Just don't let me do it in the club, that's trashy." Oh god, she wasn't planning on getting that drunk? "Look, I might get a little crazy, I need it. But I trust you to know my boundaries."
She was right, he decided. She deserved it. Working so hard for so long. And they would only be this young once. They were married with no kids, still fit as fiddles, trying to navigate adult finances and the corporate world. He was over the drinking part, but she had barely had a chance.
All night she had danced with him, Wade, Monique, Shego, and some other friends from their younger days and friends of friends. At least she was smart enough not to invite any of her current coworkers.
Kim, Monique, and Shego headed back to the bar. Ron ordered some waters for the group. They sat in a row, Shego, Kim, Ron, then Monique. Monique spoke into Ron's ear laughing, but at the same time serious "You may have to take her home soon."
Ron nodded and looked at his watch. It was nearly midnight, they had been there nearly three hours, and Kim was approaching too many. Kim was noticeably more drunk than the other two. Which was not necessarily a bad thing, at least Ron didn't have three totally drunk chicks on his hand.
Kim was laughing and talking to Shego, placing her hand on her bare thigh. Maybe she was just being overly friendly, maybe it was something else. Shego paid no attention, or at least pretended not to. "Ron, doesn't Shego look so hot?"
"Uhhh…sure?" he said, avoiding looking at Shego entirely, attempting to keep things lighthearted as he passed the waters.
Shego laughed and continued to banter. "Oh, Kimmie, stop. Your man here is the one with the glow-up." She indicated Ron. Ron glanced at her and she gave him a wink. This was never not going to be weird.
Kim took a few sips of her water, noticing how thirsty she suddenly was. Not only from the alcohol, but from all the dancing. Ron leaned into her ear. "Are you ready to go soon?"
"I guess I better. A few more drinks and I may go home with Shego." They girls howled with laughter. Ron knew she was joking, but did notice how touchy-feely she was getting on the dance floor. And how she would occasionally look at him while she was. "One more song and I promise, we'll go."
At least she was accepting to the idea of going home. She held the girls' hands and pulled them back onto the dance floor. Her dancing grew more and more atrocious throughout the night, pretty much ending with a grinding train between the girls. But she was having fun. Ron watched as she danced some more. He was surprised he didn't have to convince her harder to go home. But maybe, the way she would glance over at him…oh, she was ready. But they had a long drive home.
She danced to the promised one last song and hugged their friends goodbye. She grabbed her husband's hand and leaned into his ear, draping her arms around him. "Ready?" she slurred. She looked him up and down, Ron chuckled at her goofiness.
As soon as they sat down in the car, Kim placed her hand over his crotch, giving it an intense rub, kissing his neck. "Kim," he said, stopping her. "You said, no sex in the club, that includes the parking lot."
"Psh, fine. But drive fast, Ron."
And so there they were, Kim sloppily laying in the front passenger seat, admiring the city lights. They had never looked so beautiful to her. For once she wasn't flying through the tight streets of the city attempting to stop a villain and worrying about damage control.
She turned her attention back to her husband. No, the lights were not enough to take him off her mind. She tried to focus on the maps, trying to figure out how much longer they had. It was too far. She wanted him now. She wanted that wild, trashy sex.
Her hands wandered to his crotch, with a failed attempt at being sneaky. "Kim, I'm driving." But he smiled.
"Hm, I was just thinking about all the things I want to do to you; what I want you to do to me." She searched for a nail file and began filing. She glanced at him. "What are you thinking about?" He didn't answer. "You thinking about Shego and me?"
Ron coughed. "Uh…"
"It's okay, she's hot. She's got nice tits, too." Ron was confused. How would she know? Kim seemed to read his mind. "I wanted to play with them when she was trying on dresses for her wedding."
Ron smiled. "Yeah, you're good and drunk."
"Doesn't mean you can't enjoy it. Don't act like it didn't turn you on when we fought before prom." There, she unlocked a memory. If he only had time to admire it. Sure, he was girl power and all, respected the craft but…damn. "Or whenever we practice at the gym."
He was honestly too conflicted as a man. On the one hand, it was just weird, given their history with Shego. Plus, that was his wife. He didn't want her with anyone else. Even someone as fine as Shego. But it was an interesting thought. Before he was committed to Kim, like many, he would let his mind wander about the dark-haired green goddess.
No. Surely this was a trap. Even though she brought it up.
They had danced all night, Kim being touchy-feely just enough to not cross any lines. And she looked at him shortly after she would do it. Did she want him to like this? Did she want that? Kim let him cook. He couldn't help but imagine it. Them two, lifting up their respective dresses, in their panties, making out, having fun. Just two hot women enjoying each other. Where was Ron's fifteen-year-old boy perspective when he needed it?
The booze was making Kim incredibly horny. She couldn't concentrate. She needed his touch. She held his free hand and led it to her thighs. Ron hesitated, as he had to concentrate on driving. But they were almost out of the city. At least make it out of the city.
Ron took over rubbing her thighs, reaching higher and higher, to Kim's delight. She hiked up her dress and slid her panties down. Ron glanced over and exhaled. It was hot but…why did they drive all the way to the city to do this, again?
"Don't worry, let me do the work." Kim assured.
His hands were bigger than hers, but she managed to give herself a nice, albeit sloppily drunk, massage to her labia.
Ron made the mistake of looking over. The scene was too hot. She was so incredibly horny, sitting in the seat, panties around her thighs, her dress hiked up. He was getting hard. They were mostly out of the city now. "Hooh, baby."
"Pull over somewhere and I'll take care of you." Kim said.
Ron hastily attempted to find an exit to anywhere. She rubbed his crotch, unable to get things undone due to his seatbelt. He took the first exit, but it was hard to find anywhere private, inconspicuous, and dark. Last thing they needed was to get stopped by cops for public indecency. Although surely they were not the only ones tonight, they did not need that kind of drama.
The spot wasn't perfect but he couldn't take it anymore. He parked the car and shut it off. After he undid he seatbelt, Kim undid his pants. Ron was suddenly so horny he pulled his pants down to his ankle, like he were a raging hormone-ridden teenager whom had finally gotten away from his parents to go jack off.
Kim admired his toned legs that which led to his sprung cock. She had no hesitation and gave him an enthusiastic blowjob. Ron alternated between bracing his arms and helping manage her hair. They still had aways to go, he would cum now and later. Her sucks and touch were a little uncoordinated, but that made it almost better. Now and then he enjoyed a sloppy blowjob.
"Hooh, you're gonna get it," he said as he felt himself arriving. "Haaahhhh…"
Kim finished him off and wiped her mouth. She washed her mouth out with some water. Her panties on the floorboard by her heals. Ron pulled up his pants but hadn't closed them yet. He looked at her, frizzing hair, glistening skin. This was the future mother of his children.
She gave him a look, not knowing what he was thinking. "Come on, we should get going."
He slowly pulled himself together and drove off. For awhile they were quiet. Recuperating. Kim hummed and sang along to the radio. She gently rubbed herself through her dress. She hadn't gotten off yet.
Several minutes later Ron had noticed her being naughty just a foot from him. He kept thinking about how he wanted to do her right then. They were so close to home, but she was right there, and he was already hard again. Something primal tapped in him. He hadn't made a deposit yet. She hadn't gotten off. The straps of her dress were falling, almost giving the view of her breasts.
He took a few turns Kim was unfamiliar with. Even in her drunken state, she could tell they were not quite home yet. "What are you doing?
Ron parked the car and shut off the lights. The park was empty and dark. "Get in the back." Oh, yeah, this was the sloppy sex she wanted. Kim drunkenly squeezed and maneuvered herself to the back seat as Ron exited the vehicle, his pants still undone. He opened the back door and got in. He had to help Kim get situated in the car. He raised up her dress more and railed her from the back with no hesitation. He made do with what little space they had. He pounded rapidly, playing off of her moans. He spanked her and squeezed her ass. He gently pulled her hair. "You like that, huh?" he said more to himself. "Show me your tits." He demanded. Kim pulled her dress and loosened her straps She couldn't get her bra off but he could see enough of them bouncing with his thrusts. He squeezed her breasts and pulled their bodies up slightly. His pants fell to his midthigh as he pushed into and came.
He could tell Kim came as she moaned. "Ah, yes baby, mmmm…" she groaned.
Neither of them wanted to let go but knew they could not stay there. They still had to get home. Suddenly, Kim was very tired. Ron kissed her and let her stay in the back. After taking a few moments to recuperate himself, he sat her up and put on her seat belt. He fixed his pants and sat back in the driver's seat. He shook his head and peaked at his wife in the rearview. She was tired, slowly fixing her dress.
They weren't far, but Kim had fallen asleep in the back. Ron pulled into their garage and got out. He reached into the back seat to undo her seatbelt. This woke her up slightly, but she was still very drowsy. He kissed her cheek and helped her out.
Remy greeted them happily, waking up from a nap, but happy that his owners were home. He followed, tail wagging behind him, as Ron helped Kim into the bedroom.
"Do you want a shower?" Ron asked.
Kim thought about it. "No." A warm bed with clean sheets was all she wanted now.
He laid her down on the bed. Her eyes were still closed. He kissed her and pulled the straps of the dress over her shoulders so he could slide the dress down. Reaching around her chest, he undid her bra and pulled it off. He gave her another kiss and lightly massaged her breasts. "Do you want your pajamas?"
"No, we can still mess around," she insisted.
Ron looked at her. She was just trying to please him, he only wanted to touch her tits for the joy of it briefly. He didn't need another round. "I'm tired. And so are you."
Kim muttered something he could not understand. He helped her get comfortable in the bed. She tried to stay awake while he showered, but she was out of it within a few minutes. Snoring, even. Remy jumped up on the bed and cuddled next to her, his wagging tail hitting her a few times before he fell asleep as well. Although Ron was growing tired, he knew he had to take Remy out and set things up for her in the morning.
The next morning, Kim drove her palms into her eyebrows. She had a raging headache and her stomach felt nauseous. She vaguely remembered getting up in the middle of the night to throw up. On the nightstand was some water, electrolytes, and ibuprofen. She looked over at her sleeping husband; he was so considerate. She quickly drank the water and took the pills. For a moment she leaned over, rubbing her forehead, reminiscing the night before.
Ron woke up to her stirring. "You okay?"
"That depends, how bad was I?" Kim asked, still facing away from him.
"Oh, I don't know, that might be a question for Shego." Kim groaned. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. You deserved a night of unhinged fun. But what did we learn?"
Kim didn't answer as she swiftly got up to throw up in the bathroom. She heaved for a few minutes, Ron checking in. "I am never drinking again, ah." She clutched her forehead.
A/N: There we go, a rather raunchy chapter for my taste. But no matter. I was a little sick last weekend and didn't feel like writing. But I have a clear picture for the next two chapters and will probably upload them soon.