"This new and assertive Ron Stoppable stuff is sooo sexy," Tara whispered, as if her inner monolog was leaking. She rose to her feet, grabbed Ron by the shoulders and maneuvered him until he was sitting where she'd been sitting just moments earlier. Then, when he was settled on the edge of the bed and watching her, she got to work. She started by walking over to his computer and opening U-tube. Next she started a lofi hiphop track list, consisting mostly of drum snares and slow beats. Tara Strongwell might not be as big an overachiever as Kim Possible was, but if she was going to strip naked for a man, then she was sure as Hell going to do it right.
Ron's mouth dried up and his breathing quickened, as Tara slowly waltzed towards him, from his computer. "Oh, oh wow Tara... I just want you to know in advance that I appreciate you very, very much."
Tara nodded her head even as a truly seductive smile appeared on her face. "Oh, and I appreciate you Ron. In fact... I've "appreciated you" alone in my room, at least a hundred times, since I first saw this body of yours..."
Mouth falling open at Tara's extremely suggestive words, Ron's erection was suddenly harder than it had ever been in his life. If it weren't for the fact that he was tightly fisting his hands in the sheets to his sides, he'd have grabbed Tara by now and ruined everything for himself. This was not going to be a dance that he wanted to miss out on.
"Good boy… Now stay still," Tara whispered, as she ran her fingers through Ron's unruly blond hair. Without another word, Tara began slowly gyrating right and left to the music, like Shakira would only far slower and somehow even more sexual. She slowly ran her hands down Ron's cheeks until they trailed down his neck, shoulders and arms. Soon her arms were at her own hips, and she began dragging them up her body, while pressing and stretching her dress along her every luscious curve.
"God damn," Ron whispered, with his hands clenching and unclenching against his own thighs. At this point, Ron was having serious trouble not groping Tara or worse, touching himself, because he was so damned horned up.
Tara grinned salaciously at Ron's half wild expression, as her hands slowly rose to cup at her breasts. She shamelessly groped and squeezed her tits, and then released a quiet but unrestrained moan of arousal. Leaning forward for a moment, she slowly rubbed her cheek against Ron's, before straightening up and turning around. Then, as the music in the background slowed down by just a fraction, Tara began swaying her ass from side to side just inches from his face.
"You are sooo damned sexy," Ron growled out, in a breathy voice.
In response to Ron's encouragement, Tara slowly lowered her ass down to his naked lap, and began grinding herself against his rock hard length. Even as she moved, she turned to whisper, in a throaty, purr directly into Ron's ear. "Of course I'm sexy Ron. There's a science to sex appeal after all. I'm healthy, I'm tall, I have good skin, I have a 7:10 waist to hips ratio, I'm fit, I have large breasts for my body type and..." Tara leaned her entire body back against Ron's chest, before continuing to whisper hot air directly into his neck. "I'm flexible in the extreme…"
Ron's dick twitched violently, from where it was being held down and rubbed, beneath Tara's ass cheeks. He started lifting his hands to grab a hold of Tara, but the blonde grabbed his wrists, pushing them back down to his sides. It was too much. He was almost whimpering with need, and the situation was only getting worse by the second. When the beat drop of the song ended and it picked up the pace again, Tara did the same, rubbing her round, perfect ass, against his lap, harder than ever. Finally, as the first song came to an end and a second one began, Ron saw Tara's hands drop down to the hemline of her dress, slowly drawing up her body. Slowly but surely, the blonde cheerleader gathered her dress to pool around her hips and over Ron's thighs. Then with one last grind of her ass against Ron's dick, Tara looked back into his eyes, and pulled the dress over her head.
Ron hungrily took in the smooth, creamy white skin of Tara's body, as she dropped the sundress to the floor and settled her ass back onto his lap. While her teal colored bra and panties set were clearly chosen to match her eyes, Ron wouldn't have the brain capacity required to notice that kind of detail until much, much later. Right now, he was completely focused on the cheerleader's unbelievable sex appeal, and the fabric color of her underwear didn't matter to him at all. Tara's body was slight. She was thin to the point that he could see traces of her spine, ribs and hip bones as she moved. On the other hand, it was completely obvious that this was Tara's natural body type, and not the product of any kind of diet. All one had to see was the blonde's unbelievably sexy and round little ass and her perfectly formed C cup breasts to know that she was taking excellent care of herself. As Tara returned to grinding her hips all over his lap, Ron finally failed to keep his hands to himself. His hands clamped down on Tara's thighs, as he felt her extremely wet panties sliding along his dick.
"That's right Ron," Tara breathed out, as she sped up her grinding movements. "I'm completely soaked for you, and have been since we entered your room." After releasing a loud moan of pure arousal, she clutched at Ron's hands on her thighs, and began pushing her panty clad pussy down against the length of his cock. She twitched and jerked in pleasure and then almost giggled when she looked down between her thighs. Without the material of her dress in the way, Ron's hard, smooth length, had begun poking out the front of her thighs, making it look like it was her that had the massive cock, rather than the boy sitting beneath her. Tara took Ron's hands and drew them up her body to cup her breasts. "Take my bra off won't you Ron. I'm just a little bit distracted with something else at the moment." With that said, Tara's hands dropped down to encircle and then massage the long length of cock that was poking out from between her legs. She dragged her fingers along Ron's length and traced slow circles around his dickhead, making her new lover tremble and gasp beneath her. In response, Ron's dick twitched and spasmed between her thighs, as if it was trying to force its way within her. Encircling his shaft with both of her little hands, Tara pulled the last few handfuls of his cock tight to both her pussy lips and clit.
Ron had no sooner begun trying to undo Tara's bra than he gasped and shook all over in pleasure. Tara had begun rubbing and jerking him off, with a combination of her hands, her unbelievably soft inner thighs and her panty clad little pussy lips, all at the same time. "Oh God," Ron groaned, as he returned his hands to the clasp of Tara's bra, pulling the clips apart with far more force than was required. As the teal blue material fell to the floor, Ron's hands immediately returned to Tara's smooth, full, incredible breasts, cupping them tightly, and playing with her pebbled nipples. With two arms wrapped around Tara's waist, it was impossible for Ron to resist pulling the girl flush against his body. They both shivered as naked flesh met naked flesh, and they wiggled against each other in a desperate need for more contact. Soon, Tara's head was lying back on Ron's shoulder, and she was panting towards his ceiling.
Gasp, huff, pant, whimper. "You feel so good Ron. Your body's so hard, so warm, so smooth, so sexy." Groan... "I'm burning up!" Tara squeaked as her left nipple was pinched, and her clit rubbed along the bridge of Ron's dick for the very first time. Her soaked little panties had finally just given up the ghost, and were ineffectually bunching up to the side of her pussy lips.
"You're so damned soft," Ron responded, as he ran his hands along Tara's breasts, belly and thighs. He kissed and nibbled on the side of Tara's neck and shoulder until she suddenly turned head inwards and nuzzled her face into his cheek. Almost immediately, their lips finally met for a kiss that was passionate to the point of being completely sloppy. Ron groaned directly into Tara's mouth, as he devoured her with his lips and tongue, and when they finally broke away from each other it was only because they'd both completely run out of air. Ron gasped for breath and then smiled when Tara began peppering his cheek and neck with small soft kisses and licks. Suppressing yet another shiver, he dragged in more air and then looked Tara in the eye. "Gods Tara… You taste absolutely incredible."
At Ron's words, Tara's flushed red face rapidly transformed into a wide and vulgar smile. "Do you want to take off my completely ruined panties and taste me Ron?" Tara leaned a little further back, and sucked lightly on Ron's ear, before she continued. "I promise to return the favor…"
With hands that tightened around Tara's belly, Ron realized what the cheerleader wanted from him, and what she was offering in return. God yes! Ron wanted to eat that sweet little pussy like there was no tomorrow! Without any hesitation whatsoever, Ron looked Tara in the eyes, giving the blonde a completely obscene smile. "Drop your panties for me Tara. I want to taste you, like you wouldn't believe."
During the single silent moment that followed Ron's words, Tara's eyes took on a bit of a feverish quality. Then the cheerleader was launching to her feet, turning around and mauling his face, with a kiss that left her tongue twining circles around his own. Ron decided right then and there that if Tara liked an assertive Ron Stoppable, then that's exactly what she'd get. He rose to his feet, leading Tara up by their connected mouths. Then, while snaking his arms around Tara's back, he firmly gripped both of her wonderful ass cheeks. In an immediately positive response, Tara shivered, developed goosebumps, and began mauling his mouth with increased excitement. In the meantime, Ron hooked his thumbs in the lace of Tara's panties, dragging them off of her ass and clear of her thighs.
As she felt cool air on her newly exposed and dripping wet pussy, goosebumps formed on Tara's arms and neck. She trembled in super intense arousal, and then attacked Ron's mouth with even more kisses as an outlet for her excitement. Tara Strongwell was hot for Ronald Stoppable. Scratch that... Tara Strongwell was in fucking heat for Ronald Stoppable, and she had been for a long damned time. Case and point, Tara was just moments away from literally creaming herself just from feeling his well-defined arms wrapped around her waist, his absolutely titanic cock pressing against her tummy, and his perfect hands clutching deep into the meat of her ass cheeks. Tara hadn't been exaggerating at all when she'd implied she touched herself while thinking about Ron. Her sex life had changed dramatically ever since that day, at that camp, nearly a year ago. At least once a week, (sometimes as many as three) Tara found herself alone in her room with a dildo in hand, hammering it out, with Ron on the mind. Tara loved the fact that Ron was a goddamn hero, and she loved that his body had been both heavily sculpted and scarred in the process. Just a few minutes ago, Tara had fallen in love with the fact that all of Ron's scars had been transformed into fine art upon his body! It was as if karmic justice really did exist in the world, and Tara Strongwell was soooo fucking hot for it!
Tara's body was reacting to Ron's actions in several very noticeable ways, so he made sure to keep up the momentum. He lifted Tara by the meat of her ass, and as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he carried her back onto his bed. With one last hungry kiss, Ron broke away from Tara's mouth, lightly dropped her onto her back and then whispered into her ear. "Lay still for me Tara. I can't wait to bury my face between those thighs of yours."
"First boyfriend wouldn't do it," Tara gasped, red faced. "You'll be the first."
As Ron slowly pulled apart Tara's creamy soft legs, to see her pristine looking, hairless, pale pink pussy lips, his face broke out in a smile. It looked more like Tara was a virgin rather than just she'd never been eaten out before. Tara Strongwell's pussy was… immaculate. Ron leaned in to within inches of her pussy lips while humming his growing approval directly into her thighs. After a few moments just spent staring at her wonderful little slit, he lifted his eyes to the cheerleader's hooded eyes, with heat building in his own. "Tara... your cute little pussy looks delicious." Without another word, Ron leaned closer again, completing a gentle but long swipe of his tongue along the entire length of her soaked pussy lips.
"Oh God, oh lord! Ron please be gentle! I'm so sensitive right now," Tara slowly took very deep breaths, in a vain attempt to control her body. She could already tell that she was waaaay too aroused to last very long, but still... If this was how good Ron's tongue was going to feel, than dammit, she was going to hold out as long as possible, and make the most of it!
Nodding his understanding while staring Tara in the eyes, Ron gently parted her pussy lips with his tongue. He slowly ran the tip of his tongue up the inside of her outermost fold, before he went down the other side and repeated the process. He wasn't aiming to overwhelm Tara, because he wanted to take his time, and figure out what really got her going. Already, he could taste copious amounts of his Science tutor's pussy juices, coating her slick inner folds. As he'd half suspected, Tara's arousal tasted fucking fantastic, like a citrus fruit he'd never encountered before. Right from the get go, Ron couldn't get enough, and he lashed out with his tongue, probing deeper inside of her with every passing moment. Almost immediately, Tara's body started twitching. Soon after, she began moaning heavily, while thrashing her head from side to side on his pillows. Ron felt the moment that Tara's fingers twined throughout his hair, and she began pulling on his face with gentle but insistent pressure. In response, Ron joined in by cupping the meat of her ass cheeks with his hands, and pulling her pussy against his mouth. Around ten minutes of relatively gentle exploration later, Ron's tongue had begun alternating between probing deep licks, shallow side to side movements along her outer lips, and dozens of fast paced flicks targeted directly on her clit... and it was working.
Tara's legs had originally been spread wide so that Ron could lay between them, but as he figured out what made her pussy twitch and tremble, her thighs started squeezing in on his head from both sides. As Ron approached full speed and really committed to sending Tara over the edge, her hands were thoroughly entwined inside his hair, her thighs were firmly pressing against his ears, and the heels of her feet were beginning to press into the muscle of his lower back.
"Oh God Ron! You're so good! Your tongue's so damned good!" Tara was almost beside herself with pleasure. For the first time in her entire life, she was actively trying to deny herself what felt like an inevitable orgasm, and the best part of all was that she was failing big time. As Ron slowed down so that she wouldn't cum just yet, Tara realized that she wasn't in control of her body at the moment… Ron was… All that was left for her to do was to hold on tight, and moan praise to the ceiling about how damned good Ron's tongue felt.
Five minutes later, Ron decided that he'd thoroughly investigated Tara's pussy, so he looked up at her face, and locked eyes with hers. He wanted her to know that he'd been holding back, before he really committed to sending her over the edge. At this point, he was pretty confident that he could make Tara go cross eyed and drooling in orgasm, and he wanted to see her face when it happened. Tara's pussy appeared to react extremely strongly to a mixture of deep probes with his tongue against the top of her channel, teasing strokes of her sensitive outer folds, and a lot of attention devoted to her clit. While it was really too bad that Ron didn't have three tongues, what he did have was an index finger that he hadn't put to good use yet. Over the next few moments, Ron began a pattern with his tongue that quickly alternated between her soaked outer folds and her clit, and then he slowly, carefully inserted his index finger into her pussy. Gently at first but more insistently over time, Ron began to rub his finger against the slightly rougher and sensitive skin along the top of her wet channel, just a few inches in. The result was nearly immediate. Tara Strongwell's pussy contracted stronger than Ron had felt so far, and she began releasing a keening sound, as if she were a boiling over tea kettle.
"Oh, oh no, oh no, I can't, I just can't anymore! I'm, I'm cumming! I'm going to cum Ron! I'm going to cum all over your face!" Tara's body was giving up on her in a big way, reducing her to flopping back and forth, as she approached an out of control orgasm. Ron wasn't showing any hesitation or mercy whatsoever this time. In response to her moans, he'd only picked up speed, tonguing her clit like a tornado. "Oh, oh! Too much! Much too much! Ron, Ron I'll cum, I'll cum, I'm cumming, I'm cumming Ron! Oh, oh… Oh god, oh god I haven't stopped! I can't stop cumming Ron!' Tara began screaming herself raw, while her body rocketed towards yet another out of control orgasm. As the feelings became more intense, Tara's arms shook, her fingers tightened within Ron's hair, and her legs kicked out in the air several times, before curling back to press even harder into the meat of his back. Then, finally, as the peak of her climax hit Tara in earnest, the world went white. In the moments that followed, controlling her movements became impossible, and her pussy started releasing an almost embarrassing amount of juices, all over Ron's face.
Instead of backing away from the fem cum Tara's orgasm was releasing, Ron began lapping it up as if she was an ambrosia of some kind. He also used her juices as lubrication, to slowly begin pumping a second finger deep inside of her pussy, as she came down. The effect of Ron's efforts were that just as Tara was coming down from her first freight train of an orgasm, she found herself being driven into a second one almost immediately. "OhhhhgodRonnieybabyiimmcummingagainnnn! Oh God, oh God, oh Ron ohhhhhhhohohohhhhhh." Tara lost all ability to communicate at that point. All that emerged from her wide open mouth was a discordant mixture of high pitched whines and throaty moans.
Ron finally slowed up as Tara reached the peak of her second orgasm, moving into a slower pace, meant to ease the blonde out of it. Over the next thirty something seconds, Tara finally stopped crushing his face with her thighs, and digging her heels into his spine. She twitched and gasped for air, as Ron gently lapped away at less sensitive areas of her pussy.
"Ronnie... Uhhhh baby, please stop, I'm going to pass out," Tara moaned, as she quivered from head to toe. Slowly and haltingly, Tara managed to get her elbows beneath herself, withdrawing herself from Ron's still moving tongue. Almost immediately after pulling herself away however, Tara realized that she was much, much too far away from Ron, and decided to remedy the situation. Bending at the waist, Tara grabbed Ron by the shoulders, pulled him up beside her, and wrapped her entire body around his, like a blanket.
Casting out blindly with his left arm, Ron eventually found a bed sheet to spread over them. Next, he adjusted their positions so that Tara was half on top of him, with her face resting on his chest. As Tara snuggled deeper into his body, Ron released a contented sigh, slowly running his hands up and down her back.
Stretching up, Tara kissed Ron's cheek for his thoughtfulness. Then she kissed his lips just for the Hell of it. Then she kissed the shell of his ear, as she whispered hot air directly into it. "God knows I love your tongue Ron, and I'd be more than happy to just let you spoil me all evening, but… It's already 8:40 and you still haven't…"
Ron just shrugged. "I'm not really so concerned about tonight, so long as you're coming back tomorrow…"
"And I will be back tomorrow and every night until you leave but... I'm not a selfish lover Ronald... At least not today. What you just did for me Ron…" Tara turned red, even as she shook her head into Ron's shoulder.
"Tara, I'm pretty sure 99.99 percent of guys would happily go down on a woman as kind, beautiful and sexy as you are." After shrugging again Ron continued. "I bet that ex-boyfriend of yours just doesn't know how to treat a lady."
Tara scoffed at Ron's commentary, even as she shook her head in disbelief. "Ron… even if you're right... No... Never mind... Ronald Stoppable listen carefully to what I'm about to say... I am going to suck on your big beautiful cock, right here, right now. Are we understood?"
It was Ron's turn to scoff, but his already hard dick stiffened until it became a lead pipe, poking up between Tara's legs.
"See... I can't just leave you like this Ron. It'd be cruel." Tara giggled as she sandwiched Ron's dick between her inner thighs. Then she propped herself up on her elbows, and completed a slow push up off of Ron's chest. To her satisfaction, Tara had Ron completely mesmerized as his bed sheet slipped down her back, to her waist, where she was straddling him. After noticing where Ron's eyes were focusing, she leaned forward and began slowly shifting her shoulders right and left. Over the next couple of seconds, Ron moaned his arousal as Tara lightly slapped her breasts against his cheeks, back and forth.
"Booyah," Ron whispered happily.
Doo, doo, dii, doo!
All of the sudden, Ron's computer emitted the four part ring tone that Kim's kimmunicator usually makes. At the same time, a picture of Wade appeared on his computer screen, already talking a mile a minute. "Something's going down Ron, and I need your he!… Oh! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, shit, shit!" Wade had just noticed that Ron was most certainly not alone, as he was currently in an overtly sexual embrace, with a very, very naked, blonde bombshell!
Looking towards an unexpected noise from Ron's computer, Tara finally noticed a preteen boy staring back at her from its monitor. She reacted in a somewhat stereotypical fashion, but no one present would judge her for her lack of originality. In response, she created a very high pitched eek noise, and started frantically trying to cover her breasts. At the same time, Ron gasped, before rapidly pulling Tara's body underneath his own. A split second later, the bed sheet was falling back around them and Ron's naked back was in the way of the webcam.
"Uh… oh man! I'm so sorry! I never once thought that you'd get a girlfrie… uhh, uhh, I mean, I'm so sorry man!" Wade was completely mortified, for more than one reason now, and his face was turning a brilliantly bright red.
Poking his head out from beneath the covers, Ron looked back at his computer specialist. At first, he was just a little bit indignant that Wade thought he'd never pick up a girl. Then he realized that he was being a hypocrite, since even he hadn't had any expectations. With that in mind, Ron took a very deep breath, aiming for calm and collected when he finally responded to Wade. "It's okay Wade. I'm not angry at you, but I am surprised. I had no idea you could even contact my computer like tha…" Ron paused there, shaking his head at his own stupidity. "Never mind, of course you can. Please use a voice prompt first, from this point forward.
Wade resembled a bobble head for the next few seconds, as he made yet another choked out apology.
While waving off Wade's second round of apologies, Ron repositioned himself on the bed, to face the boy. "Uh okay... Introductions are in order. Wade Mitnick this is Tara Strongwell, Tara Strongwell this is Wade Mitnick." In turn, Ron gestured at the bump in the sheets behind him and the computer screen.
The boy on the computer screen and the hidden blonde exchanged greetings, and it appeared that despite the situation, they were both trying their very best to keep their cool.
As Wade and Tara awkwardly said hello to each other, Ron struggled to find some modesty. He pulled a pillow off of the ground where it had fallen, covering himself as best he could, and then he extracted himself from most of the bed sheets. Even as Ron somehow found a halfway modest position to sit in however, he felt two slim, creamy arms wrap around his waist from behind. Over the next couple of seconds, a pair of soft hands started rubbing at (groping) his abs.
Tara hadn't actually seen Ron's naked back and ass until he sat up and looked away from her, just now, but man oh man was it a doozie. Ron's back and the ass muscles that supported it looked like what a mythical warrior's would look like. They were both sculpted and scarred to perfection and Tara was far, far more than just impressed. She was completely blown away, and her poor little recently overwhelmed pussy was heating up with renewed arousal. The sight of Ron's body was more than enough for Tara to decide that their current company was unimportant. As fast as she could, she collected their bed sheet around her shoulders, so that she could move around relatively unseen. With that accomplished, she wrapped her arms around Ron's waist to grope at his abs, and she started rubbing her body all over his back. The initial plan was just to seduce Ron into telling the kid to go away. The plan failed in record time however, because as Tara rubbed herself along Ron's unbelievable body, it was she who started burning up into hot little pieces. By the time Tara realized that the little kid on the screen was somehow, inexplicably, Ron's GJ Handler, she was squeezing Ron's waist and nibbling on his neck. Not long after that revelation, Tara had been reduced to kissing, sucking on and even licking whatever patch of Ron's skin she could reach, because she just couldn't help herself. He was just so good, so warm, so smooth, so hard and his skin tasted soooo damned sweet on her lips. God… Tara was beginning to rethink her whole I'm not a slut declaration. She was pretty sure that Ron Stoppable's super sexy body was turning her into a completely shameless pervert…
It took all of Ron's willpower not to visibly shiver at Tara's ministrations on the skin of his back, neck and shoulders, and from the looks of it, Wade was well aware of his current dilemma (if that's what you'd call it). "Okay Wade… Why are you contacting me this late at night? Why aren't you coordinating with Kim? Is this a Team Possible Mission, because if it is..." Ron shrugged. "I'm sorry Wade, but I'm really not on speaking terms with Kim right now."
During the next few moments, Wade's face radiated both embarrassment because of their less than modest situation and outright shock that Ron was on the outs with Kim. Heck. If you'd put a gun to his head just a few months earlier, Wade would've sworn that Ron and Kim were going to end up married someday. This new reality was both foreign and startling in the extreme to the preteen boy, because it spelled the end of Team Possible as he knew it. Despite all of that, Wade was trying to stay in mission mode, and as such, he was determined to cut through all of their current awkwardness. He didn't retreat from either Ron's computer or his room like he wanted to. Instead, Wade launched into an explanation of the problem as soon as he'd collected his bearings. He did so while trying to ignore the fact that Ron was being given a very thorough rubdown underneath that pillow he was holding... "Look Ron! No communication with Kim is exactly the problem! I can't reach Kim on her kimmunicator, no matter what I try. I think the battery's been completely removed, because otherwise I'd have been able to turn it back on from my end. According to the GPS on her mother's car it just arrived at the movie theater near Bueno Nacho. Since I've confirmed that Dr Possible and her husband are at home right now, I think it's safe to assume that Kim's on a date to the movies. The problem is, the mission I'm calling about really can't wait for Kim to decide she's available."
At this point, Ron was double face palming, and Tara's infinitely smooth hands were tightening around his waist near his thighs. Ron figured that the blonde cheerleader currently cuddling his back was either showing him some solidarity, or alternatively, she was broadcasting her desire for him to stay with her. Either way, it was completely adorable... Unfortunately for him, it looked like fun time was over. Ron just couldn't do it. He couldn't sit out on a mission that might save lives, even to get his dick sucked dry by a smokeshow like Tara... Ugh... In the end, Ron wanted to become strong and reliable, not weak willed, selfish and self-serving... Slowly, haltingly, Ron raised his head, and looked Wade in the eyes… "Uhhh... Okay Wade… What's... What's the sitch?"
Smiling broadly at Ron's use of that familiar question, Wade replaced his body on the computer screen with several security camera views. "There's a group of villains that call themselves the Fashionistas, and they've taken over a clothing store called Club Banana at Middleton mall. There are some demands they're making that I haven't bothered figuring out because of how ridiculous they are." As Wade finished speaking, three photos appeared on the computer screen, along with the three villain's psychological profiles.
"Hookay," Ron began slowly... "No offense Wade, but where does this whole mess become a Team Possible job? Where are the police? What am I missing?"
Wade nodded at the questions and it was clear that he'd expected them. Over the next few seconds, several different photos and diagrams of different weapons showed up on the screen. "The reason this has become a Team Possible mission, is because the Fashionistas have paid a fortune in the Henchco catalog. They have a wide range of fully automated, future tech weaponry and traps. The police haven't had any luck getting anywhere near the shop, without the Fashionistas catching them in their traps. At this point, two Club Banana staff, two customers and four police officers, are being held hostage in the store. That's why the police have shelved their pride, and are calling for Kim's help.
Ron stared at the information entering and exiting the computer screen for a solid 20 seconds, before he nodded and grunted his understanding. "I can already see what you probably have in mind from me, just by looking at the weapon diagrams and camera layouts that you've provided. This looks like the 'Ron wanders in like he's a lost little imbecile, and then creates complete anarchy plan'..."
"Revised because of all the hostages and Kim's absence, but still very similar," Wade announced, with a wide smile on his face.
"I haven't seen any normal firearms in their arsenal yet," Ron added, while looking at the computer screen's readouts. Immediately after saying those words, Ron had to rub Tara's thighs in a soothing fashion, because she was beginning to wrap both her arms and legs around his torso, like a boa constrictor.
"There's an eighty six percent chance they aren't going to use any garden variety ballistic weapons at all," Wade predicted, cheerfully. "It looks like they've gone the whole futuristic tech route, like most big operation villains tend to do these days."
"May that never change," Ron added, in a voice that sounded like a prayer. Then his eyes sharpened and he looked back at Wade. "Am I going to have a ride arranged or am I hoofing it?"
Wade's face appeared on the screen again, complete with a frown of frustration. "I'd love to make arrangements for you Ron, but I can't. GJ is mobilized in large numbers in Canada right now. They're busy thwarting a plot by Gemini and the World Evil Empire."
"Which is why I'm being trusted with this mission all alone in the first place," Ron whispered, just loud enough for himself to hear. Or so he thought... As it turns out, he'd underestimated Tara's hearing, because she did in fact catch his words. In response, her limbs tightened around his torso again, and he felt her nuzzling her face in between his shoulder blades, like a small animal. Ron was completely charmed by Tara's actions, and he reacted immediately by grabbing ahold of the cheerleader's thighs again, laying back onto the bed, and trapping her beneath his body. When she was lying flat below him and at his mercy, Ron snaked his hands behind himself, to tickle her ribs. Almost instantly, Tara began to unravel into fits of giggles, even as she struggled to break free of his weight. Tara Strongwell really was super-duper adorable sometimes… When Ron completed a sit-up to free his new (Was Tara his lover?) friend, he turned around, looking down at her pouting form. He didn't want to ask Tara for help on their first (Was this a date?) hang out, but he knew she was his best bet.
"Of course I'll drive you, you dummy." Tara made herself sound completely affronted that Ron had almost had to ask for help. On the other hand, the way she was gazing up at him from the bed was completely counter to her tone, and made him want to cuddle her extra hard.
In response to Tara's offer, Wade brightened and then began to blush a bright red again. He hadn't meant to, (honest) but he'd looked directly at Tara in his gratitude. Wade was a certified genius and no one could deny that, but in the end, he was still just an eleven year old boy. For that reason, even though Tara was mostly wrapped up in Ron's bedsheet, she was still a much higher level of pale skin and luscious curves than his preteen mind could handle. There were only two really coherent thoughts running around in Wade's mind in that moment. One was that Ron had been holding out on him big time when it came to the ladies and… Ron really, really needed to grow a beard…
Tara turned her attention to Wade as the boy scrutinized his feet off camera. "Can you use my smartphone to communicate with us like you are with Ron's computer? Ron really should be getting ready to go, but he doesn't appear to have one of the communication gizmos that Kim has."
"A Kimmunicator would be nice right now," Ron agreed.
Wade started looking troubled again at the mention of Kimmunicators, and Ron's lack thereof. It was clear that Ron wasn't blaming him, but if Wade had really tried, he could've appropriated or designed a communication device for Ron, within a week tops. It was only now that the preteen boy realized his own negligence, and he resolved to fix the issue ASAP.
"My phone number is 432-112-3456," Tara injected, into the newly quieted room. "End your link to Ron's computer and call me in ten minutes. That way I can get dressed, without giving you a nosebleed."
Ron grinned at Tara, grateful that she was rolling with the punches so well. Tara Strongwell was surprising him over and over today, and it was sexy as all Hell.
While smiling through yet another minor blush, Wade was grateful that this Tara girl was such a nice person. Between one moment and the next, Wade's face and presence in Ron's computer was gone, as if he'd never been there. Even the lofi music that Tara had put on began playing again.
In the aftermath of Wade's rapid arrival and equally speedy disappearance, Ron and Tara just sat where they were. Ron continued idly running his hands up and down Tara's thighs, even as he mentally prepared himself for a dangerous night's work. He felt Tara's hands rise from his abs up to his chest, where they tightened into a very thorough and comforting hug.
"No good deed goes unpunished Ron… I was enjoying you, and I was even looking forward to…" Tara's words broke off mid-sentence, and her cheeks warmed up against Ron's shoulder blades.
Nodding his head, Ron turned towards Tara, giving her an extremely gentle kiss on the cheek. Then he stood up and walked towards his closet. He'd have kissed Tara a little (a lot) more, if he'd thought he possessed the willpower to pull away from a heated kiss. The problem was the way Tara had melted into his cheek kiss had been disarming in the extreme. Ron was trying to be more self-aware these days. That's why he was aware that he needed to disengage from the beautiful blonde, while he was still capable of doing so. With a few deft movements and a grunt of effort, Ron pulled a black, hockey bag sized duffle from inside of his closet, throwing it on the ground to the side of his bed. Then he looked up and caught Tara slowly wiggling her body back into her extremely tight dress. This time he did notice her teal bra as the dress came down to slide over her hips, but what he didn't see were any panties. When Tara's head emerged from the dress and her eyes met his, he arched an eyebrow in question.
"My panties are soaked, wrinkled and covered in my cum," Tara responded, with a shrug. She pulled out her hard used panties from somewhere behind her, folded them up with a grin, and then put them into his bedside drawer. "In truth, I'm not squeamish about sex at all, and I don't mind wearing wet panties. It's just... I don't want to smell like I'm highly aroused for anyone but the man who caused it."
"That's really sweet," Ron replied, with a silly grin growing into prominence upon his face. "Granted it's not classically romantic, but I appreciate the sentiment nonetheless." Ron leaned in to kiss Tara's cheek again, but very abruptly, she caught his face in her hands instead. For the next fifteen seconds, Ron was awash in sensation, with Tara's hands roaming through his hair, her pillowy soft lips pressing firmly against his own, and her tongue dancing around in his mouth. Then in one swift movement, Tara withdrew from his mouth and bounced away. While Ron reeled to gain control of his brain post kiss, he saw Tara adopt an extremely self-satisfied expression on her face. It appeared she liked the fact that she could overwhelm his brain with kisses alone…
"Hop to it Stoppable. You have a day to save." With that said, Tara eagerly leaned down and unzipped Ron's oh so mysterious, overlarge, duffel bag. It spilled open, revealing a wide assortment of mission clothing and bizarre tools, the likes of which she'd never seen before. The contents of the bag were a mishmash of colors, shapes and sizes, but most of all they were all very… disorganized. Tara turned towards Ron and put her hands on her hips.
"I never get to break out my secret bag o gear, so it's been sitting around gathering dust this whole time," Ron defended, immediately. "This," he began excitedly, while pointing at the bag's contents, "is all of the accumulated nick nacks I've managed to keep for myself, after missions."
"Global Justice lets you keep future tech gadgets, after missions?" Tara was getting excited at that information, because these items might include some super powerful weapon.
"Weelll... Kind of... These gadgets were all either considered far too trivial to bother taking away from me, or they were forgotten entirely for the exact same reason." Ron piled all of his focus into maintaining a normal expression, because even for him, what he'd just said was embarrassing.
"That sounds really... lame," Tara responded, in a voice that just begged for him to prove her wrong.
At first Ron just grinned in response. Following that, he noticed Tara beginning to look really concerned, and he waved his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay I'm sorry for worrying you. I promise this stuff is all far more useful than I've made it sound. Even as he apologized, Ron began to rummage through the gear. There were one or two items that he knew for sure he was going to need if he was going to be working alone.
"Are the mission clothing in here special somehow?" Tara pulled out what appeared to be a normal black long sleeved shirt and black cargo pants combo. They were the only piece of equipment in the bag that had been folded with care.
At first, Ron waffled his head back and forth, in a noncommittal response. Then Tara gave him a completely guileless look of adorable curiosity, and he folded like wet tissue paper. "Uhh yeah... The mission gear that you're holding are kind of special to me, but only for nostalgia purposes. Those... are the survivors."
"The survivors," Tara repeated, in a confused voice.
"Yeap… the survivors," Ron repeated yet again. "They're the only set of mission clothes I have from when Kim and I first started fighting villains that aren't… well..."
"Rendered down to bloody scraps," Tara ventured, after a few silent moments.
Nodding his head without a word, Ron turned away from Tara's sympathetic gaze. Then he started explaining as he pulled various items of oversized clothing from different drawers around his room. "Kim Possible could always just do it... you know... fight crime. It's like she was born to it. Me… Back then, I was helpless and hopeless to an absurd degree. Even now, I'm still far, far from anything even resembling a superhero, but I am tougher than some normal civilian, and even Kim knows that. Back when we first started, I was nothing but an easy target, and I spent the lion's share of my time recovering from injuries.
"And Kim never noticed that you were being beaten up on a regular basis?" It seemed extremely unlikely that a genius like Kim Possible would be that clueless, and Tara wasn't buying it.
As ridiculous as his story was, it was also the truth, so Ron just shrugged his shoulders. "I was talented from the get go, but I've become a world class actor since I started joining Kim on missions. There's also the fact that my pain tolerance is literally off the charts. I could have a knife in my back right this second, and if I didn't want you to find out about it, then you wouldn't. I can and have acted as if I'm just fine, while I'm in excruciating amounts of pain…"
"And all of this was just so that Kim wouldn't have to worry about you?" Despite herself, Tara looked completely incredulous as well as majorly jealous when she asked that question.
"Yes and at the same time no," Ron admitted, as he pulled out some black compression socks. "While it's obvious I've gone to great lengths to avoid worrying Kim, I have a few different reasons for doing so that aren't just for her comfort. The most important reason has always been that I avoid Kim going on missions without me. If she'd ever found out how often I was getting injured, she'd have told me to stop going. I knew that much for sure. I also knew that I couldn't let that happen. I'd promised Kim's father that I'd protect her. I promised him I'd be there for her if she started fighting crime. That promise has always been of a singular importance to me, because at the time I made it, Kim Possible was my entire world and everything in it. A lot of the things I've done since then, I've done just to keep that promise.
Tara shook off a moment of extreme anger at Kim's father, by focusing on something else. Ron was currently bending over from a standing position while putting on his boxers, and his wonderfully athletic body went a long way as a distraction. When Tara finally emerged from her perverse enjoyment of Ron's muscular ass, there was a fully formed question waiting for her. "Aren't you going to be breaking your promise to Kim's dad this summer?"
"Yes... yes I am," Ron slowly answered, in an extremely grim sounding voice. "I'm actually pretty torn up about it if I'm being honest, but… Kim's been making me extremely unhappy recently, to the point that I've started feeling more like a slave than a friend. I'm leaving so that I can hopefully become truly strong. If my plan works, I'll be able to keep my promise to Mr Possible without having to suffer or make sacrifices.
Tara thought about what Ron was saying as she ran her hands through his oldest set of mission clothes. Then she perked up as an idea struck her. "Ron… What size clothing would fit you? Like really fit you?" Tara was looking at Ron's clothing from grade nine with a small but vaguely triumphant smile on her face.
"That's actually hard to say," Ron replied, as he sat down next to Tara with various pieces of clothing in hand. "It's been years since I bought clothing that actually fits, so I only have my underwear to go by, which are a men's large.
Abruptly and with a feral smile on her face, Tara thrust Ron's mission gear from grade nine at him. "I really want you to wear the survivors tonight. I think it'll be good luck."
"But aren't they going to be a little sma…" Ron paused as he realized that his grade nine gear had been a men's large, because at the time he'd been closer to a small in size. "They might be a perfect fit," he allowed with a small grin.
"You might look really cool on a mission for the very first time," Tara pointed out, with a wide smile.
"No I won't," Ron immediately replied. "I can't. Not if the "Ron's a lost little imbecile" plan is going to work."
Tara looked just a tiny bit devastated at that news and she started to put the mission gear back into the hockey bag. Then she was stopped when Ron touched her wrist. She looked up at Ron, and saw a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"I have a gadget to show you Tara. It's the reason why I can wear clothing that actually fits for once, and still look dumb enough for my plan to work." Ron rummaged through his duffle bag until he found a small clip on button.
Tara took in the button with an underwhelmed expression upon her face. "Well umm okay… What does it do?"
After clipping the button to Tara's dress, Ron activated it by tapping it twice.
Tara's face immediately transformed to one of awe, followed by an expression containing large amounts of amusement. "Oh yeah... This gadget will definitely make you look dumb enough for your plan to work."
"I Told you my gadgets would be useful," Ron responded, with a lopsided grin upon his face.
Tara just shook her head, because only someone spontaneous and creative like Ron could make use of a gadget this ineffectual. It was simultaneously super dumb and completely ingenious at exactly the same time. "Okay Ron, you win and this'll definitely be helpful. Get dressed quickly before that Wade kid calls back."
At Tara's reminder, Ron grabbed his clothing from her hands, and began throwing them on as quickly as he could.
Tara's VW Beatle was quite nice on the inside, with plenty of non-standard features. If Ron weren't entirely focused on the fledgling plan he was putting together, with the random tools that he had available, he'd have been impressed by her car's swanky digs. As things stood however, he was staring out of the passenger side window, oblivious to the Volkswagon's keyless entry, heated and fully adjustable seats, front and back collision sensors, rear view camera and full infotainment system taking residence in the dash. The only thing he did notice was the moment Tara grabbed and tightly squeezed his hand in his lap. Turning away from the window, Ron smiled gently at Tara, because it looked like his out of character quiet was beginning to unnerve the girl. He felt bad for his thoughtlessness, because Tara didn't know anything about going on missions. Quiet before a mission was normal and nothing to be concerned about, but his fellow blonde didn't know that, and she was worried about him. "Tara… I don't often get the chance to think of or carry out my own plans when I go on missions. I'm not depressed or overly scared right now, I'm just being... thoughtful…"
Tara smiled in relief but she didn't release Ron's hand when the red light ended and they started moving again. "I'm… I'm sorry that I'm afraid for you Ron… I know you've been in these situations hundreds of times before, but I… I've never had to see you off…"
Nodding his head in understanding, Ron threaded his fingers through Tara's. "While I prefer that you don't get too stressed out, I do appreciate having someone other than Rufus here worrying about me. At the entrance of one of Ron's cargo pant pockets a naked mole rat saluted Tara happily, and then crawled back into its depths.
Soon enough, they were pulling up to Middleton Mall, and Ron took in the overlarge Police cordon with a look of growing trepidation. This part was going to be a pain in the ass and he knew it. Without the highly visible and memorable Kim Possible on hand, Ron wasn't even sure if any of these cops would know who he is. He turned towards Tara's phone where it was plugged into Tara's infotainment setup. "Okay Wade. I think I might need you to arrange some propaganda for me."
The infotainment screen on Tara's dash had been displaying yet more camera layouts and weapon schematics, but at Ron's words Wade's face popped back onto the screen. "Propaganda Ron?"
Nodding his head, Ron stared at all the flashing blue and red lights in the distance. "Yeah Wade... I need some positive PR or the Police aren't going to let me anywhere near the mall. Can you use your technical knowhow to keep these cops from dismissing me out of hand?"
"How good do you want to look on their end?" It was a valid question. Wade could probably make Ron look like a fully decorated war hero, if only on the police's digital records, but he doubted that's what his blond friend had in mind.
"I just need the cops to be made aware of the fact that I am in fact Kim's partner, and I've been on several missions similar to this one in the past." At Tara's curious look, Ron just shrugged, because he couldn't really remember just how many times he'd had to deal with hostage takers. Several dozen times at the very least...
"One hundred and thirty seven times with Kim running point and at least seven times where Kim was the hostage," Wade responded, even as he hacked that information directly into the Police's CPIC data bank. "Okay I've given you specialist and contractor status as Kim's partner within all law enforcement agencies, and I've made all of your mission records available. If these local Police give you any trouble just ask them to look you up in their systems."
After nodding his understanding at Wade, Ron grinned at Tara's new gobsmacked facial expression. "Yeah. Wade's one of the best if not the best hacker in the entire world."
At the very least, I'm the best that isn't wanted by the authorities for a very long prison sentence," Wade allowed, modestly.
"I.. I'm just trying to keep up," Tara responded, in a somewhat breathy tone. "You just altered the Police Database and that's… allowed?"
"Unlike Ron or even Kim, I already work directly for Global Justice, and they've given me the authority to directly feed information to local law enforcement when I find it necessary." Wade shrugged and then grinned. "I hacked them just now, but when they find out who it was that did it, they'll have no choice but to be okay with it. I also didn't add anything incorrect or self-serving. Ron is a specialist contractor for various law enforcement agencies, and he has been for over two years now… It's not Ron's fault that he hasn't been added to their systems." Wade gave Ron another look of apology that the blond boy immediately waved off.
At this point, Tara was a little overwhelmed, so she was somewhat robotic as she parked her car near the Police cordon. "Do I… Should I wait here?"
"No. I'll have a police officer or something drive me home later." Ron smiled confidently because he didn't want Tara to worry, stick around after her curfew, and then get into trouble with her parents.
"If you want, I'll keep the situation stuff up on your smartphone, so that you'll know what's happening," Wade added cheerfully.
Tara gave Wade a grateful look, even as she tightened her hold on Ron's hand.
Dense as he was, Ron could still see where this was going, so he removed Tara's cell phone from its dock on her car's dashboard, and put it face down on the center console. Over the next few moments he gave his newest... friend a tight hug and a short but extremely heated kiss. "I'll be okay Tara. I'll see you at school tomorrow morning."
At first Tara just nodded weakly, but then she very abruptly snapped out of her daze, and patted Ron on the arm. "I... I have a request of you, Ron… Let's keep meeting in secret, okay? When Ron's happy expression immediately clouded over, to a nearly robotic coolness, Tara bit her lip in concern. In fact, after seeing the carefully bland look that Ron was suddenly giving her, she almost immediately took back her request. Then… she didn't. She couldn't. There was something stopping her. It wasn't that she was ashamed of being seen with Ron. Far from it. Ron was so superior to the boy's at school that no comparison could even be made. No... The truth of the matter was that she had every intention of making Ron hers and hers alone. No one, no one, could be allowed to know just how special Ronald Stoppable really was... yet. His unbelievably cut and rugged body was hers! That bitch tamer cock of his was hers! Until the time was right, no one could know about the real Ronald Stoppable. Soon though... One day very soon, Ron was going to devote himself to her with all the love he used to reserve for Kim. He was going to love her like she was the air he breathes, the sun in the sky. Then and only then, would she allow the rest of the girls at school to see what they'd missed out on. Sadly, what that meant was that for now, she couldn't openly spend time with Ron at school. If she were to hang off of Ron's arm in Middleton High's hallways, her girlfriends would start asking all of those questions that she didn't want to answer. She couldn't, she wouldn't do it. She wouldn't invite the competition. She also couldn't explain the real reason why she was concealing their relationship. Due to the fact that she was a well-adjusted young woman in most facets of her life, Tara was fully aware that her fixation on Ron was unnatural, and maybe even a little obsessive. She'd long ago come to grips with the fact that, when it came to Ronald Stoppable, she was just a little bit unhinged. He, on the other hand, would most likely run for the hills if she explained the depth of her emotions. No... She couldn't tell the truth. She'd have to make it up to Ron using other means, whenever the opportunity arose…
In the end, Tara just watched in tense silence, as Ron nodded his understanding, grabbed a long thin bag from the back seat, and rose out of her car.
As Ron walked towards the Police barrier, Tara wished she'd given the boy a few… hundred... more kisses. Belatedly, she put her cell phone back into its dock on her dashboard, and began driving home as fast as possible. She wanted to dive into bed and watch Ron work uninterrupted.