Chapter 5 - Perspectives And Viewpoints
Tuesday, May 25th 1150 PM…
In a series of jail cells deep within the Middleton Police department, three career fashion designers turned criminal terrorists, tossed and turned upon the uncomfortable mats that they were sleeping on.
Being locked up to await a prison sentence may have been something that the Fashionistas were willing to put up with if the cause for their criminality actually made sense, but for the life of them, they simply couldn't figure out their most recent actions.
While it was indeed true that the Fashionistas had been planning to take hostages and have all of their fashion centered demands met at some point in the near future, there was still a lot about their current situation that didn't make any sense. Why did it suddenly feel so damned important that they commit their crimes tonight, when doing so during New York's Fashion week would've been the best possible timing for the most dramatic results?
When and why did they lose track of those things that mattered most?
The more Chino, Espadrille and Hoodie thought upon their actions, the more their decisions didn't make much sense at all, until finally they all ran out of energy and managed to pass out in their bunks…
It was only then, with their mission a failure and their involvement coming to an end, that a small series of burn marks showed up on the backside of their right ears, releasing a smoky vapor to drift away in the air…
The rapidly healing scorch marks left behind behind their ears were shaped like an ancient form of Japanese Kanji, and the words these Kanji represented were… influence, and perception…
Wednesday, May 26th 6:40 AM
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep….. SLAM!!!
As he pulled his hand away from his old and extremely abused alarm clock, Ron expected to, as per usual, feel like barely warmed over death. Then he realized that for perhaps the first time since he turned eleven years old, he felt really, really well rested, and that was… odd.
Teenaged Ron was about as far from being a morning person as it's possible to become, and that had always been evident just by looking at his habitually messy hair. Unbeknownst to most people, it is theoretically possible to get control of Ron's messy blond locks. Too bad that would only ever happen if he was to put in quite a bit of both time and effort, which was unlikely to happen since he always fell out of bed feeling like a half-rotten zombie. Then again, when you took into consideration the fact that Ron's absentee parents had never enforced good grooming habits, a well balanced diet or even regular attendance at school, it was a miracle that he'd done as well as he had.
At the tail end of that rather depressing thought, Ron suddenly realized that he was being extremely unfair to someone... Mrs. Doctor Possible had given him all sorts of attention over the years, and he wasn't giving her any of the credit that she deserved. If he knew the importance of regular grooming, and had a desire for an education at all, then it was only because Ann Possible had put in a ton of extra effort…
It was during that moment that Ron suddenly realized his relationship with the Possibles was coming to an end, and with that understanding came a sharp sensation of loss that forced a small pained groan to slip past his lips…
Hnnnnmmmmm….
In response to Ron's sudden groan, a second person had murmured contentedly down into his chest, and although he didn't stiffen in surprise, it was a close won thing.
Imagine that...
Opening his eyes, Ron looked down at his chest, and sure enough, there she was. There was a stunningly beautiful blonde cheerleader sleeping soundly atop his body, complete with a happy little grin and a trace amount of drool. It was heaping helpings of cute, and yet completely alarming at exactly the same time. Truly, Ron had expected Tara to be gone by now. Last night she'd made it perfectly obvious that she was only using him for sex, and had zero interest in having a legitimate relationship with him. Now he had no idea how she was going to react when she finally woke up for school. Oh sure, Tara had been all over him last night, but he didn't know what she was going to think of that decision by the light of day.
If Ron's more recent experience with teenaged girls was demonstrating just one thing, it was the fact that they were incredibly fickle creatures...
Long story short, there were more than even odds that Tara Strongwell had taken everything that she wanted from Ron last night, and as a result, her infatuation with him was coming to an end. At exactly the same time, in an outcome that could only be called 'painfully convenient,' the stunning blonde cheerleader's opinion of him was actually irrelevant…
Tara was a nice girl, of that there could be no doubt, but Ron straight up refused to be anyone's secret shame or guilty pleasure... With that somewhat depressing thought to bolster his determination, Ron lifted his arm out from under the covers, and then softly ran it up Tara's back to her shoulder. He might not be trying to have a romantic relationship with the girl, but that didn't mean he wanted to be a bridge burning douchebag either.
"Hmmrroon….Hueee… oh. Oh! I'm awake. I feel… woah. I feel amazing!" Tara slowly pushed herself up off of Ron's chest to look down at him, and then after a few moments spent just staring at him, she gave him a million megawatt smile. "You know what Ron? I don't think I've ever felt this well rested in my whole entire life."
"Me either, and usually I'm barely even human in the morning," Ron replied, with a nod and a small grin. "Tara… I'm still…"
"Inside of me, yeah, believe me, I noticed. You're pretty huge even when you're soft..." Tara grinned down at Ron's somewhat helpless look, and then shrugged as if it couldn't be helped. Then, after catching sight of Ron's beaten up metal alarm clock, Tara's smile dimmed just a bit. "Ah… damn. I'd love to make use of this again, (Tara motioned down to where Ron's cock was beginning to become hard inside of her again) but you don't set your alarm clock early enough. At this rate, I'm barely going to have enough time to get ready for school." With that said, Tara slowly withdrew herself from Ron's length, until they both heard it smack against her thigh with a dull, wet thwap.
Looking aside at his alarm clock, Ron was surprised to see that for perhaps the first time ever, he'd woken up during his first wave of alarms. Normally, the alarm clock under his bed would go off in half an hour, and then the one in his closet fifteen minutes after that. Tara thought that they were running late right now? It was only six forty five Am for God's sakes. Since they didn't start school until nine, they still had a little over two hours, which was waaay more time than was necessary.
In the end, Ron very carefully didn't make light of Tara's early morning routine, because to do so would be extremely unwise. He might not be the sharpest kid in school, but that didn't mean he had no common sense at all. Besides... Getting out of bed didn't actually feel like a hardship for once. Wow... Ron really did feel kind of great right now.
Tara saw that Ron was intending to get up with her, so she shucked their blankets off all at once, and started rising to her feet. She waltzed over to Ron's wall mirror with a bounce in her step, due to a surprising excess of energy. Then she saw it, and she stopped right in her tracks to stare in wonder. Her pussy… It was… a mess... It looked like she'd spilled a full can of white paint in between her pussy lips and thighs. Tara shivered and her skin developed goosebumps as she came to understand what she was really looking at. Right now, she was only seeing the cum that had somehow managed to leak out past Ron's gigantic cock while they were sleeping… Woah... Ron Stoppable's an animal. He's a beast...
Uhh… Whoops… As Ron stared at the ultra-thick vanilla milkshake that he'd dumped in between Tara's pretty little pussylips, he found a complicated cocktail of rising anxiety, smug pride, chagrin and amusement running through his brain that made it hard for him to react in a coherent fashion... Then he had a thought, and he kicked himself for his thoughtlessness. "Are you sore, Tara? Do you need anything?" Ron needed to know if Tara needed painkillers or an ice pack or something, because the two of them fucked like animals the night before and his cock simply wasn't designed for that kind of thing…
When a powerful surge of arousal caused her pussy to grow both warm and wet, Tara forced herself to keep her hands to herself for one very specific reason. She was completely committed to preventing her friends from learning about Ron, which meant she needed to act like she hadn't spent the night before getting fucked to within an inch of her life... Under normal circumstances, Tara needed at least an hour to get ready for school, and she wasn't the type to arrive just a few minutes before classes. What this meant was that she needed to start getting ready right this very second if she was going to stay in character… She was comforted by the fact she only had to control herself until 5:30 Pm that night...
Turning back towards Ron, Tara just grinned in response to his exceptionally thoughtful question, and then shook her head in a cheerful manner. You're a sweetheart for worrying about me Ron, but by some miracle, my pussy feels completely fine. God only knows why though... I mean… Just look at what you did to me." Despite her words to the contrary, when Tara looked down at her incredibly jizz stained pussy, it was with large amounts of amusement on her face. Then, a single moment later, when she looked back up to stare into Ron's eyes, she was smiling. "Ummm Ron. I hate to impose on you, but... Can you lend me your bathroom for the morning?"
"Uhh sure. I'll use my parent's washroom for the day." While the master bathroom was just outside of Ron's bedroom, his parents had a slightly smaller ensuite bathroom that was barely ever used.
"Could you? That'd be perfect!" Tara put her hands on her hips as she gave Ron the elevator stare from his feet to his head. "You're waaay too yummy for me to shower with. We'd just end up a mess again, and we'd end up late for school."
Tara's voice sounded both friendly and honest, as if she were already used to waking up with a partner, and cooperating towards mutual school prep. Ron wondered if her relaxed attitude was because of her first boyfriend, or because she routinely slept over at Bonnie's house or something. Still… Tara was being nonchalant enough that he found himself relaxing and winking back at her. "I obviously won't take as long as you will to get ready, so I'll prepare breakfast. Do you have anything in mind?"
The surprise on Tara's face was both unfeigned and unconcealed. She hadn't really thought about the fact that Ron lived alone, and as such, must know how to cook. "I... I'll have whatever you're making for yourself, thanks." Despite her intention not to, Tara blushed just a little bit.
Nodding his head, Ron walked into the master bathroom just to grab his toothbrush, and then made his way to the other bathroom. Mostly due to the fact that Tara's naked body had made him all hot and bothered again, Ron had an extra-long and cold shower. He also took the time to primp just a little more than he normally would, because he already knew that he was going to have female company at breakfast. He dressed himself in silence while Tara hummed happily within the master bathroom, and then he wandered down to the kitchen to make breakfast. Soon enough, he had the radio on, three frying pans on heat, and he was putting together a breakfast fit for champions. It was hard to say what Tara was going to want from the feast he was cooking, but Ron was starving and he was prepared to eat anything that she left behind. He was still making up for all of the calories that he'd missed out on during the weekend after all, and last night had been extremely... physical.
There was also a pretty good chance that Ron was currently starving because his body had accomplished a completely miraculous amount of healing while he was sleeping. The hickeys, smaller cuts and bruising all over his body, were already fading away, and would most likely finish healing by the time he went to bed that night. The minor bullet wound on his side was incredibly itchy at the moment, exactly as he'd learned to expect from rapidly healing wounds, and he'd most likely need to remove the stitches by the same time the following morning. The broken rib was still pretty damned sore, and it would likely remain that way for at least two more days…
Yeah… Ron's newfound healing factor couldn't be called anything but supernatural…
In the moments after they first rose out of bed, Ron had caught on to how Tara was checking out his body, and in particular the way that she was studying his advanced regen rate… At exactly the same time, the blonde cheerleader had also proven once again that she was good people, when she didn't make a big deal of how unusual he was. The fact that Ron's body currently contained a vast amount of Monkey Magic Power or 'MMP' had never been of any interest to anyone within Global Justice's ranks, but that didn't make Ron any less grateful that Tara was willing to respect his secrets... In return, he decided to show his new… friend all of the discretion that she desired from him, when the time finally came for the two of them to leave for school.
"Something smells divine, Ronnie."
As Tara emerged from the living room into the kitchen, Ron almost swallowed his tongue because of how beautiful she looked. Tara was wearing a very classy and well-tailored light pink sundress that looked absolutely incredible on her, but the quality of her wardrobe wasn't the reason for Ron's sudden loss of motor control. Tara was radiating relaxation and good health to a completely astonishing degree, which was accentuating her innately adorable features nearly to the point of weaponization...
It was official… Tara Strongwell was going to give all of the boys at school heart attacks.
While speaking coherent sentences was still beyond him at the moment, Ron did manage to smile and nod at the stunning blonde as he began dishing up their food. He plated up all of the eggs, sausages, bacon, hash browns, and pancakes that he'd made, before placing the assorted plates in the middle of the kitchen table buffet style. Next, he cut up a grapefruit into two equal halves, placing them into two smaller bowls with a spoon. It was an elaborate breakfast the likes of which he'd only ever fantasized about having in the past… This whole being a morning person thing was awesome!
"You're a professional level fry cook, Ron?" Even as she asked that question, Tara's eyes swiveled back and forth between the food and Ron's face. She looked like she couldn't quite believe what she was looking at.
"Well, yeah, kinda. I've spent time working as a cook in a Diner, a normal restaurant and a Bueno Nacho in the past, but to be honest, most of my skill comes from daily necessity." Ron's voice was nonchalant when he answered the question, because he didn't actually think it was that big a deal. So far as he was concerned, it was a no-brainer that he could cook. He'd have died of starvation a long damned time ago if he hadn't figured out how to prepare food...
As she dished up a portion of eggs, sausage and her half of the grapefruit, Tara dissected Ron's response, during which time she recognized something that she hadn't given any thought to… While she was mature and liked to think she was self-sufficient, Ron had been 'adulting' for quite a while now. Oh sure, he might not have reached his full adult height or strength yet, but if the rumors were true, he'd been forced to take care of himself since he was barely a preteen... Ron had a level of independence that Tara had never experienced before, but that freedom came at a pretty heavy cost. Was it any surprise that Ron was good at cooking? At this point, he was probably capable of most domestic chores, because the only alternative was to eat nothing but garbage and wallow in filth.
This newest revelation, and more importantly the out of body experience that she'd had during her sleep the night before, was leading Tara to one unavoidable conclusion. There was a lot going on with Ronald Stoppable that nobody else knew of or thought about. As she shewed her way through the culinary masterpiece of dairy foods that Ron had cooked for her, Tara found herself picturing him doing this kind of thing for her every single morning.
Oh yes... Ronald Stoppable would be hers...
It was a good thing that Ron was starving, because otherwise Tara's persistent staring would've made eating completely impossible. As the girl prettily forked up a healthy portion of eggs, sausage and bacon, her unflinching gaze never once left his body, and he was finding it disconcerting in the extreme. Still… Tara's expression looked thoughtful and attentive rather than judgmental, and she hadn't pulled some kind of Jekyll and Hyde transformation this morning. The fact that Tara was happy with their current situation was a load off of Ron's shoulders, because he didn't need any more drama in his life. There was also the fact that Tara was an excellent tutor, and the way that she'd begged for his cum was redefining what the word satisfying even meant in his mind…
Of course, at the tail end of that thought, Ron started feeling guilty for using the girl... A feeling that he banished from his mind just a single moment later, when he forced himself to recognize the truth of the matter. Tara Strongwell was blatantly using him for his body…
The only reaction that made any sense was for Ron to make use of the girl in return…
Ron and Tara both ate a larger breakfast than they would normally have, while listening to the morning program on the local news radio. Sure enough, the hostage situation at the mall was mentioned, with the news reporters claiming that the Police had sorted everything out. Ron saw a quick look of annoyance form on Tara's face, and in response he just waved his hand dismissively. He didn't need that kind of attention during the next few days, so this was only for the best.
While Tara did end up nodding her head as if she understood, her face still reflected mild disapproval as she ate.
With the exception of the radio chatter, Ron and Tara wrapped up their meal in a surprisingly comfortable and companionable silence.
Soon enough it was time to leave for school, and Ron followed Tara out his front door before launching into the plan that he'd formed while preparing breakfast. Stopping at the foot of the steps leading up to his front door, Ron waited for his fellow blonde to notice his absence. Soon enough, Tara caught on that he wasn't following her anymore, at which point she immediately turned around and gave him a curious look. Ron made a big production of smiling up at Tara, as he checked the laces of his running shoes. Then he took a deep breath and finally bit the bullet. "Here's where we split up, Tara. When I go to Japan next week, I'll be expected to do a lot of running in an extremely high elevation. For that reason, starting today, I'll be running everywhere I go. I have a set of clothing to change into stowed within my bag."
"Are... are you sure? In a moment of completely guileless idiocy, Tara's whole body visibly relaxed in relief. All morning she'd been trying and failing to think of an excuse for arriving at school with Ron that her friends wouldn't find suspicious. She hadn't been looking forward to the web of lies that she was going to have to tell, in order to hide the fact that she was involved with Ron and the various reasons why... Now this super convenient thing was happening and it was almost too good to be true… Oh... Oh shit. At the tail end of that thought and far, far too late, Tara looked back at Ron, only to see recognition in his eyes. Apparently Ron wasn't quite as dense as she'd thought and he'd seen the obvious relief in her expression.
Shit, shit, shit!…
With a horrible sinking feeling, Tara immediately realized why Ron was running to school… He was doing it at least partially to spare her from an awkward situation. On the one hand, the way he'd justified his actions was extremely considerate. On the other hand, Ron's behavior indicated that he still had zero expectations from her. He still thought that she was embarrassed to be seen with him. He still thought that she was both selfish and two faced.
Nothing had changed...
A whimper of sudden anxiety slipped past Tara's lips as she opened her mouth and drew in a very deep breath. Very suddenly, she had every intention of begging Ron not to feel dejected by her irrational secrecy, as she was definitely not ashamed of him!
"Okay well... See ya later tonight…" With that very sudden, very unromantic and anticlimactic little goodbye, Ron started running down the road, and into a wooded area that led to their school. The trek around the woods to get to school by car takes about ten minutes, so running through the park would most likely take him a little over twenty minutes. Under normal circumstances he'd have just used his scooter to get to school, but right now he really did need to focus on improving his cardiovascular fitness. As easy as that was to say, Ron was well aware that the reality was going to be quite a bit more troublesome to pull off. Case and point, by the time he was halfway to school he was already damp with sweat, and he was going to need to shower before first period. That in turn was going to make him late, which meant he needed to pick up the pace...
In the end, by the time Ron finally arrived at school, he was soaked with sweat, and breathing heavily from running far faster than he'd initially planned. Thankfully, he'd beaten the lion's share of the student population to the school, so he'd arrived before any of Bonnie's goons. Quickly walking through the sparsely populated hallways, Ron didn't say a single word to any of the gawkers that he encountered. He wasn't going to be throwing out hellos and a have a nice days to every Tom, Dick and Harry that he ran into anymore, because so far as he could tell none of these people gave a rat's ass about him.
The showers adjoining the school's gymnasium were simple no nonsense affairs, so at first Ron wasn't optimistic about what he was going to find. He was pleasantly surprised however, when he found that the soap receptacles were not only full, but the soap inside smelled pretty damned good. On the other hand, he definitely didn't have a towel which meant he was going to have to shake himself like a dog and then drip dry. Well, no matter... Ron was used to weathering far worse conditions during missions in the wild, so he wasn't all that concerned about being just a little bit damp. Throwing on some blue jeans and a dark blue long sleeved shirt from his bag, Ron made his way towards his locker to drop off all of his stuff.
Once again today, Ron forced himself to walk by Kim's locker on his way to his own, and sure enough, there the redhead was, flirting with Josh Mankey... Kim and Josh were in fact so preoccupied with each other, they didn't even notice his presence as he walked on by. It was just as hard today as it had been on Monday for Ron to see Kim visibly happy, but he also realized that the reasons for his discomfort were subtly different. Monday hurt because Ron realized that Kim hadn't given him a single thought all weekend. Today hurt because by now Kim had to realize that he was furious with her, and yet she was still having the time of her life...
Sheesh... Kim really couldn't care less about him anymore...
As he turned the combination of his lock, Ron shook his head at himself. Right now he was supposed to be getting over his unnatural preoccupation with Kim. He wasn't supposed to care whether or not the girl was thinking about him! "Grow up Dammit," Ron whispered to himself, as he pulled his stuff from within his locker and slammed it shut. One thing was extremely obvious to Ron even as he wished it were otherwise. He was still completely broken where Kim Possible was concerned, and she was still a major source of discomfort for him…
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After the dangerous events of the night before, and more importantly, how she'd neglected to contact her parents afterwards, Monique Johnson was grounded. She was grounded for a week, and despite the fact that she knew she deserved every single second of it, she still felt like running riot over it.
And the reasons for her mutinous thoughts were entirely too obvious... Now that Monique was aware that the lovable blond goofball who took a bullet for her the night before had a muscle tone that would make an Olympian gymnast jealous, she refused to allow the boy to be completely furious with her when he hopped on an airplane to Japan…
No… Monique needed to make an impression first… She needed to make Ron forgive her… She needed to lay on the charm… She needed to do a great many things with Ronald Stoppable before Saturday morning rolled around, which is the reason why Monique Johnson was currently making plans within plans within plans…
So far as Monique could tell, the only opportunity that she was going to have to spend some "quality time" with Ron, was whenever she could get him alone during school hours. The issue with this plan was that she didn't want Kim to find out and then pitch a fit over it. Unlike Tara, Monique really wasn't afraid to be seen in public with Ron, but Kim was her closest friend, and she didn't see the point in causing friction between the two of them for no apparent reason.
After witnessing Ron's behavior from the night before, it was more than obvious to Monique that for some, so far unknown reason, the boy was absolutely livid with Kimberly Ann Possible. It was equally obvious that the redheaded superheroine was currently completely oblivious to the severity of Ron's displeasure... At the moment, Kim appeared to be upset at Ron for leaving the Cheer Squad, thus, she was clearly missing the entire point in a spectacular fashion... Under normal circumstances, Monique would spend the entire morning warning her closest female friend that her friendship with Ron was flying off the rails… Too bad, Ron had straight up ordered her not to explain anything to Kim, and since the girl's reactions were never all that subtle, he'd know right away if she did…
Well… shucks… For obvious reasons this situation was less than ideal… at least for Kim…
For Monique, this situation was an opportunity…
Ron wasn't out of bounds anymore… He was a free agent, he was sweet, he was loyal (for the most part), he was funny, and most importantly, he wasn't an arrogant asshole… This last distinction was especially important to Monique because of the type of man she was drawn towards…
Monique liked muscular men (like a lot)…
The reason Monique liked watching professional wrestling so much was mostly because the men involved were muscular in the extreme, and the extensive library of porn that she owned always featured men with especially cut physiques…. What Monique wasn't a fan of, was how self-absorbed and narcissistic the bodybuilders that she'd met in real life generally ended up being… All three of the boys that Monique had dated in the past were obsessive compulsive weight lifters, which was all well and good, but both of them ended up treating her as if she was nothing but the hired help, which was not...
Ron's Stoppable's muscles were bought and paid for by pulling off a nearly constant stream of lifesaving missions… Quite literally, Ron's perfectly cut, flawlessly sculpted physique was the physical manifestation of his selflessness and heroics…
Long story short, Ron Stoppable's body was that of a ninja warrior from a big budget action movie… and Monique Johnson was hot for it…
Back in the here and now, as Monique walked through the school's front doors, she set aside all of her lusty fantasies in order to focus on what she really needed to get done. Since Kim's reaction to women hitting on Ron was always just a little bit… unpredictable, Monique didn't have any interest in letting her find out... Yet. What that meant in the short term, was that discretion was the name of the game…
Then, all of the sudden, Monique had an absolutely fantastic idea… She was going to be completely honest.
Sort of…
At some point this morning, Monique was going to explain to Kim that she was very graciously helping Ron study for his early exams. It was something that any halfway decent friend would do, and Kim would most likely be relieved that she herself wasn't expected to help out…
It was perfect!
Smiling cheerfully, Monique entered the school and then walked through the various hallways towards her locker. At the beginning of the year, she'd exchanged her current locker with its original occupant, because it was directly across the hall from Kim's and they liked to trade gossip before classes started in the morning.
By some fluke of timing, Monique entered the hallway just in time to see Ron walk right past Kim as if she weren't even there, and for the third day in a row, Kim didn't even notice that Ron existed... This state of affairs left Monique shaking her head, as she began to realize that she'd been overthinking things... Monique would explain that she was helping Ron study if she was asked about it, sure, but it was looking more and more like that wasn't going to happen. Kim was completely wrapped up in this new boyfriend of hers, to the point that she was oblivious to the rest of the world.
Monique's point was further proven just a few seconds later, when Kim didn't even notice her presence just a few meters away.
Shaking her head at her own obsessive compulsive planning, Monique grabbed her books, shut her locker and wrote out a quick sticky note. She had business to attend to, and right now was the best time to get it done.
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It was a very interesting time to be a student in first period Math. If you could get over the chilly atmosphere and the awkwardness of it all, it was a sight to behold…
'The' newly infamous Ronald Stoppable studied at his desk exactly like you might expect from a student that is far, far more diligent than he is, all while ignoring the death glares that he was receiving from Bonnie Rockwaller... So far as anyone could tell, the blond boy really was completely oblivious to the fact that Bonnie was killing him with her eyes.
The most interesting aspect of the current situation wasn't Bonnie's animosity, but rather the fact that Ron's indifference was visibly getting under her skin. Ron wasn't paying any attention whatsoever to the drama that was unfolding around him, and unbeknownst to him, that was the most effective tactic that he could've taken. Bonnie was completely rattled by Ron's visible lack of concern, and she was doing a terrible job of concealing it from her facial expressions. Many of the students in the class, quietly marveled at the size of Ron's balls. At the exact same time, they were once again united in a common thought.
Ronald Stoppable was going to die…
Kim Possible was ecstatically happy. The night before, she'd gone on her very first uninterrupted movie date with Josh. It had been perfect and Josh had been so cool, calm, quiet and... cool! He'd held her hand during the movie's scary parts to comfort her and everything. Kim's brain was a million miles away the entire class, which is why she remained completely oblivious to the drama unfolding all around her. Mainly the fact that Bonnie was going mad with anger, and Ron was completely ignoring them both…
In reality, Ron wasn't actually ignoring anyone on purpose. He didn't have the time for that kind of Teen movie bullshit. Instead, he'd spent the whole entire class in a legitimate state of panic, because he completely sucked at math… Ron was neck-deep in the quagmire that was Advanced Calculus and he was desperately trying to wrestle himself free...
By the time the class ended and his free period began, Ron was sweating because he hadn't made any progress whatsoever. In comparison to that, Bonnie's not so subtle threats were far from being his primary concern. He only grunted noncommittally when Bonnie stopped by to remind him that she was going to have him killed, because at this point getting killed by bullies seemed like the easy way out. Stowing his books in his backpack, Ron abruptly decided to stop off at his locker to pick up his lunch. It seemed like his chances of spending either his free period or lunch anywhere but in the library were… slim.
"Hey Loser!"
After stepping to the left purely out of long habit, Ron shook his head when an apple smashed against his locker. He had to hand it to this newest bully. The apple had been well-aimed, and if it had actually hit him it would've hurt like hell… Turning around, Ron saw a disappointed looking jock by the name of Aaron Kenson standing about four meters away, causing him to sigh in impatience. "I suppose you think you're going to beat me up or something?"
While moving about a meter closer to his target, Aaron threateningly cracked his knuckles. "Oh I know I'm going to beat you Stoppable. I'm not some clumsy D lister or metal head. I'm a baseball team starter and have the reflexes to hit a 90 mile fastball. I'll see your punches coming from a mile away, and I'm gonna tear into you like a…"
Even as Aaron continued to monolog the various ways that he was going to beat him up, Ron bent over to pick up the dented apple that was sitting at his feet. As soon as he was standing straight again, Ron hauled back and threw the apple at the goon's face with no warning whatsoever.
If he'd had time to do so, Aaron would've scoffed. Stoppable was trying to attack him by throwing something at him? He was a baseball player for God's sakes! Throwing out his dominant arm, Aaron caught the apple about a yard in front of his body as if doing so were child's play, and he couldn't help the smirk that started developing upon his face. Then he looked beyond the apple, and very suddenly, felt a lead weight settle within his stomach… Oh oh…
Crack!!!
As soon as Ron had thrown the apple, he'd dashed in towards Aaron as fast as he could. Sure enough, the fact that Aaron was on the baseball team meant that he simply couldn't help himself, and he'd devoted all of his attention towards 'catching the ball.' Within the next split second, Ron was sliding into place well within the boy's fully outstretched arm, and he was delivering a firm jab to the boy's completely undefended chin from extremely close range.
Slam, crash!!
Aaron Kenson had never taken a punch as hard as the one he'd just received, and he felt his eyesight tunneling as his consciousness dimmed. Stars filled his vision, his legs gave out on him completely, and he smashed back into a locker before folding to the ground like a poorly made lawn chair. Before he could even begin mounting a defense, he was already lying helplessly on the floor, stunned into immobility, and staring up at an extremely vengeful looking Ronald Stoppable…
Very, very suddenly, Aaron Kenson knew without any doubt in his mind whatsoever that he was one hundred percent at Ronald Stoppable's mercy. He also knew that he hadn't given the boy any reason to be… charitable. A shiver of fear ran up Aaron's back, as he took in Ron's cold expression and glacier blue eyes. A bead of cold sweat started dripping down his forehead and into his eyes.
At first, Ron wasn't actually going out of his way to look menacing, but he was frustrated and unable to contain his rising anger. The reason for his anger wasn't the apple either. He just didn't have time to keep doing this shit every five freaking minutes. For that reason, after he calmed back down, his face continued to hold a level of menace that only one or two people in the whole entire world had ever seen. He figured if he scared Aaron enough, the boy might warn off some of his friends.
It was big drama time...
Stepping closer, Ron leaned in until his shadow dropped over a newly terrified Aaron Kenson. "Answer something for me, Aaron... Do you think I should teach you what it feels like to be the victim in one of these situations?... Do you think I should make an example of you by destroying that throwing arm you're so damned proud of?"
While squeaking in alarm and shaking his head a mile a minute, Aaron pressed himself back against the locker as hard as he possibly could.
For a brief period of time, Ron thought about grinding his foot down on Aaron's dominant hand simply to accentuate his point… then he thought better of it. Instead, he simply stared Aaron in the eyes for several more seconds, until the boy involuntarily shrank even further down into the floor.
That oughta to do it…
Without saying another word, Ron turned away from the baseball team goon, approached his locker, and saw that there was a sticky note affixed to its newly apple pulped surface.
Meet in the parking lot @ beginning of 2nd period to study math. IWBPIYF!
Monique
Ron simultaneously grinned and shook his head as he read the contents of the sticky note. Then he wondered why Monique had even bothered signing the note in the first place. Only one person in the entire world creates such impossibly long and convoluted acronyms, so he'd have known it was her either way… Thinking back to the math class that he'd just left and the level of trouble he was having with the subject, Ron knew that he didn't really have a choice in the matter. Whether or not he was becoming a whore was completely irrelevant. If he was going to get some math tutoring out of it, then it was time to give Monique some of his undivided attention. Thankfully, Monique really was one of the sexiest and most lusted after girls in all of Middleton High, and all of his objections were on principle alone.
A little less than three minutes later, Ron was walking out of the school's rear entrance and out towards the parking lot. He cast his eyes across the multicolored expanse of vehicles until he found the black Honda Civic that he was looking for, and the teenaged girl that was leaning against its side. Monique was really ramping up her sex appeal today, what with the low-cut dark-gray club banana tank top she was wearing revealing quite a bit of her cleavage, and her ruby-red skirt flaring out to tease a lot of her upper thighs when she moved… And by God did Ron notice… He also recognized the real reason why the girl was dressed so provocatively, and his breathing quickened in response. A few seconds later, when Monique felt Ron's eyes roaming her body from clear across the parking lot, he saw the girl's expression become distinctly predatory in return, and he swallowed at the look of growing expectation on her face.
"Hurry up boy! We have work to do!" Monique gestured at her passenger seat as she hopped into her car. The Civic purred to life as Ron approached it, and they were exiting the parking lot before he'd even managed to put on his seat belt.
"What does IWBPIYF stand for Mon?" Ron was grinning again as he watched the school disappear in the background.
"It stands for I will be pissed if you flake... duh." Monique shook her head as if everyone on earth knew what her unbelievably obscure acronyms meant. "How was your morning commute to school?"
"I ran to school this morning. I'm going to be running everywhere that I go from this point forward so that I can train up my cardio." Ron just shrugged when Monique arched her eyebrows at him. They were both aware that Ron was currently being driven somewhere, but they both knew that this was an exception. "Speaking of which, where are we driving to right now Mon?"
"We're going to my house to study in my room. My parents are at work right now so we'll have plenty of... privacy." Monique really leaned into the word privacy, giving it several different meanings beyond just the fact that they'd be alone.
"Ah okay then." Ron and Kim had been to Monique's house several times in the past, but he was pretty sure that this was the first time he'd end up there alone. He'd also never been anywhere near her bedroom during any of those visits. Ron's mind immediately began creating all sorts of half-baked fantasies about what Mon's bedroom was like, and what lay in store for him when he got there. He also found himself studying Monique's unbelievable curves from the corner of his eye.
Monique appeared to know exactly what Ron was doing and where his mind was going, and her reaction proved that she was of a similar mindset... After manually changing gears to accelerate down the road, she slowly, softly, ran her hand up the length of his thigh to within just half an inch from his bulge..
A shiver immediately surged up Ron's back, as the air in the car instantly became almost electric with sexual tension.
"Three hours and twenty five minutes…"
"Say what?" Ron's lust clouded mind had no idea what that length of time was supposed to mean.
"That's how long we have until both our spare period and lunch ends, and we're expected back in our afternoon classes." Monique gave Ron a very meaningful look, as she turned her car into the entrance to her subdivision. "Now here's the million dollar question, Ron... Do you think either of us will be able to focus on Math, knowing what I have planned for you?"
"Uh… oh." Ron saw exactly where Monique was going with this, and he felt his cock stirring at just the thought of it.
"That's the spirit Ron. Show me how much you want me." For the last remainder of the commute to her house, Monique had one eye on the road and one eye on the impressive bulge that she saw growing within the denim of Ron's jeans. Then she was turning her car into her driveway, leaning in over Ron's body with a satisfied grin on her face, and possessively running her hand up the thick cylinder of cockmeat that was expanding to fill the boy's right pant leg. "Tell me Ron... What's 11 plus 31?"
And with that one simple question, Monique had completely proven her point. In that moment, Ron couldn't have worked out the simple arithmetic to save his own life. He was far, far more interested in how warm her hand was through the material of his jeans. What's more, they both knew it...
While licking her lips in a way that was bordering on obscene, Monique slowly nodded her head towards her front door. "Let's go inside Ron. I'm gonna subtract all the cum from your balls."
Ron could only nod in response to Monique's ultra-corny math innuendo because she also chose that moment to squeeze his denim covered cock in an extremely meaningful fashion. Then the two of them were walking up Monique's driveway, she was inserting her key into the door, and she was freezing in place as if someone had pointed a gun at her head….
The door was already unlocked… This could only mean one thing… Monique was just about to grab Ron and make a break for her car, when the door in front of her was suddenly whipped wide open and her mother was standing right in front of her. Monique's gut check reaction was to turn as white as a sheet, before whimpering different excuses for Ron's presence at their house. Following that first split second however, she regained control of herself and smiled at her mom. "Hi mom! What are you doing home at this time?"
Sharon Johnson gazed down at her "currently grounded" daughter, trying to figure out why she was being so friendly. Then she saw him and her eyebrows arched in question. "Hi Mon... The car's in for service today, so I took a half day off. Hi Ron... What are you two doing he…"
"I owe Ron a massive favor for saving my life last night, so I've decided to help him study for a math exam he has on Friday!" The words spilled out of Monique's mouth both quickly and loudly. They were also filled with a thinly veiled, desperate plea for her mom to believe her.
The fact that Sharon was a psychologist was completely irrelevant at the moment. She didn't need to be a shrink to see that her daughter was currently up to something. Still… An important part of being Monique Johnson's mom is figuring out when it's best to just back off. Sharon and Monique had at one time had an extremely rocky relationship, because she hadn't understood just how strong willed her daughter really was. The fact that Monique worked as a store manager at only eighteen was partly due to the fact that at one time she'd been legitimately trying to move out. Both Sharon and her husband Jeff were psychologists, and at one time they'd spent quite a bit of their time psychoanalyzing their daughter. By the time she was turning fourteen, Monique was so sick of being diagnosed with a wide array of mental illnesses, she'd started plotting various ways of getting away from them...
It was only this past year that Sharon and her husband finally realized just how badly they'd been alienating their daughter. It all came to a head when they finally found out about the vast amounts of money that Monique had stockpiled, at which point they confronted her about the fact that she 'just had to be dealing drugs or something,' and then they suffered one of the most scathing tongue lashings that either one of them had ever received…
As it turns out, Monique had picked up quite a bit of the 'family trade' over the years, and in an explosive fit of rage, she'd told her parents exactly what she thought of their so-called 'mental health.'
Needless to say, neither Sharon nor her husband had enjoyed having their daughter mercilessly psychoanalyze every half baked parenting decision that they'd ever made, until they were ready to call the CAS (Children's Aid Society) on themselves... After the dust finally settled, they just barely managed to convince their daughter not to straight up emancipate herself, by promising her a massive increase in her personal freedoms.
Long story short, the fact that Monique was currently grounded was due to how insensitive she was, rather than any desire of Sharon's to push her daughter around. She'd been terrified for Monique when she'd first seen that news report the night before, and yet Monique hadn't so much as dropped them a text to say that she was alive.
After allowing her gaze to slip off of her daughter, Sharon's attention landed firmly on the boy standing behind her… Ronald Stoppable... If Monique was really intending to help Ron prepare for his exams, then good on her because he sure as Hell deserved the support. If she was intending a more… physical form of "thanks," then Sharon would put a stop to it, but not because she didn't understand… Looking over at the blonde and freckled boy drowning in his clothes, it was hard to picture him as the heroic type... like... at all, but that just proved how deceiving looks could be...
Sharon smiled fondly at the boy as he shuffled in place and rubbed at the back of his neck. She liked Ron, and she didn't mind him being friends with Monique, but she always felt an intense desire to plunk him down in an interview chair... In her professional opinion, the desire to fight crime in your free time is a sign of mental illness, even when it's fully sanctioned by the government… and she wanted to find out what exactly made the boy tick...
When Monique saw her mother smile down at Ron, she immediately took the provided opportunity. "Ron here's leaving for Japan in a week, and has to complete all of his final exams early. I've volunteered to tutor him in math. We'll be in my room studying."
Equally decisively, Sharon extended her arm across the threshold of the door, barring their way. Despite the obvious negativity behind the movement, Sharon managed to beam a wide, and friendly smile the whole entire time. Unlike her daughter, Sharon could actually act her way out of a wet paper bag, a skill that she was currently putting into effect… "Don't be so reclusive dear. I'll make the two of you some snacks, so why don't you… study... in the living room..."
Monique stared at Sharon, Sharon stared right back at Monique. Electricity seemed to run in currents between the two of them for several seconds in a row. Then Monique deflated, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Sounds good mom. Let's get to it Ron." Monique waved Ron into the house and they settled at a rather comfortable table in the house's very public living room...
Three Hours Later…
The exact specifics of how Monique Johnson managed to cram pure mathematics into Ronald Stoppable's stubbornly resisting head were, and would likely always remain, a mystery... All that could really be said was that it worked somehow, and his chances on the exam were improved… Point of fact, their study session almost went too well… Monique ended up claiming that Ron wasn't actually all that bad at Math, but instead, he was really, reeaally bad at focusing his full attention towards Math, leading her to give him the stink eye…
Of course Ron completely disagreed with his tutor's assessment, and not just because Monique was clicking her tongue at him like a born that way disciplinarian… He really did consider his newfound ability to wrap his mind around advanced Calculus and Algebra II to be nothing less than miraculous, and what's more, the naughty-librarian-esque persona that Monique adopted while she was tutoring him was sexy in the extreme...
By the time Monique half carried a mentally fatigued Ronald out the front door of her house, he was more than happy to sleep on his desk for the entire duration of his third period Biology class (which he could afford to do because Tara already prepared him for his Biology exam on Friday)...
On the other hand, Monique Johnson currently looked a little worse for wear… She looked like Wrestlemania 47 was being canceled, and Pain King was retiring to take up a career in lawn-bowling… And Ron knew exactly why… They'd run out of time… Third period started in just twenty minutes… The two of them immediately needed to get back to school…
"This… this is fine," Monique slowly breathed out with a weak little smile purely for Ron's benefit. "I… my main priority is to begin making up for letting you down so badly with Tara… so, so I hope this will help…"
At first, Ron merely nodded, because… yes… Monique really did go way out of her way for him back in that living room, which was definitely helping him see her in a much more favorable light. Then he thought back to the events that happened over the last couple of hours, and how Monique visibly struggled to keep her hands to herself the whole entire time… and the scales suddenly tipped in her favor…
Ron was currently feeling pretty… friendly… although that particular word was starting to lose whatever meaning it once had in the face of recent events… What he did know for certain was what he currently wanted to do… Turning in his seat, Ron placed his right hand atop Monique's upper-thigh, leaned in close to the woman's ear, and then pointed towards a small service road that was coming up on their right hand side. "If you don't mind being absent from third period and arriving for fourth a little bit… disheveled, then turn right here and drive below the bridge… …"
"I… I yes… I'll do it," Monique immediately squeaked out, as she unhesitatingly turned her car where Ron was pointing.
Soon enough, Monique's car was backing up onto a small concrete service lane reserved for Middleton's road workers… The parking spot was a bit of a tight fit even for Monique's Honda Civic, with the bridge's cement foundation at their back, a random assortment of tall but thin pine trees on both their right and their left sides, and a bike path following the river five meters in front of them... Long story short, the two of them were parked in a somewhat remote and relatively isolated location, but they were also within throwing distance of a well-used walking/running/biking route…
"Tinted windows cost a lot more, so I didn't bother buying them. We're definitely going to be seen..." Despite her words, or maybe because of them, Monique started drawing Ron's right hand down between her thighs and then underneath her skirt.
"You did pay extra for the hatchback option though," Ron mused, all while rubbing his hand further and further up the length of the woman's creamy inner thighs... Then he suddenly stopped, smiled, withdrew his hand from Monique's skirt, and then opened the passenger side door… "Unlock the trunk for me and then join me out back, Monique. We'll hide ourselves behind the main body of the car..."
By the time Ron finished moving out of sight, Monique's mouth was hanging open, her body was trembling, and her hands were fussing clumsily atop the trunk release lever of the car. Ron's newest plan definitely wasn't going to work, and he knew it…
He also didn't seem to care…
Fuuuuuck…
When the hatchback trunk suddenly opened up all by itself, Ron sat down on the edge of the trunk-bed, leaned back a bit atop his outstretched arms, and studied all of the graffiti that was decorating the nearby bridge foundation. A sight that immediately lost his interest, when an exceptionally attractive young black woman circled the car, eased up between his kneecaps, and stared down into his eyes from extremely close range.
"You think I'm an exhibitionist," Monique accused, her expression both hostile and sexual at exactly the same time.
"No… I think you're quite a bit more than merely that," Ron clarified without a hint of hesitation. "I think you're a high level pervert with a huge collection of different kinks, and I want to start figuring out what they are…"