Kim Possible Porn Story: Cerulean Chapter 13

Chapter
13 The Date

“Kim
honey,” Mrs. Possible said softly through the crack of the door,
“It’s time to get up.” Kim smiled and woke up without
complaint. She groped her way over to her private bathroom and didn’t
trip once… after all… she had been living in this house all her
life. Once Kim had fully stripped and escaped into the hot water of
the shower, the phone rang. ‘Damn
it Ron!
You always call at the most inconvenient of times.’
She sighed and reached for the soap. She’d call him back after her
shower. Then the Tweebs yelled,

“Kim!!!
Your BOYFRIEND
is on the phone!!!”

Kim
gasped and stumbled out of the shower and covered herself with a
towel. After doing some slipping and sliding along the tile floor she
found her slippers and ran into her bedroom. In one giant leap… she
grabbed the phone and breathlessly cried, “Hey!” The voice
was sweet,

“Hey,
Kim. I know this is a little sudden but would you like to go on a
date with me? I was thinking…. Hiking in the park and ice-cream
later?” Josh pleaded. Kim smiled and agreed. He was so engaging.

“When
can I come pick you up?” Kim grunted realizing she couldn’t tell
time anymore.

“It’s
8:08 now.” Josh informed her.

Kim
wondered just how long it would take her to get ready when she was
blind. She decided to give herself an extra hour… putting on
make-up would be a definite challenge.

“How
about 11:00? Is that good?” Josh told her that 11:00 would be
perfect and bid her farewell.

“I
can’t wait!” Kim shouted into the phone just before Josh hung
up. Kim sighed for a moment then scrambled back to her
shower.

Meanwhile
at 9:00…

“Ron
sweetheart, YOU
HAVE TO GET UP!”

Mrs.
Stoppable pulled Ron’s legs as he persistently clung to the bed.
Irately she dropped them.

“Ron,
you can’t lounge around all day in bed!”

“It’s
Saturday… no
school.”
Ron protested through a pillow.

Mrs.
Possible shouted furiously, “Which means there’s chores
to be done!”

“Later…
please… leave me alone… I’m tired!”

Mrs.
Stoppable sighed defeated… “Fine… but you better
be downstairs before noon! I mean — if you’re down here at 12:00
you’re in trouble!” The mother stomped out of Ron’s room angrily
and slammed the door. Ron smiled and embraced his
pillow.

9:30…

“Jim,
Tim!!!! Can you come here?” Kim called depressed. She was so
helpless now. Her twin brothers raced into the bathroom. Kim was
holding a white bathrobe closed across her chest.

“Tweebs…
can you plug my hairdryer in? I can’t find the outlet anymore.”
She had spent five
minutes
looking for that damn outlet.

“That’s
cause,” Jim started, “The outlet is behind
a towel.” Tim finished turning on the hairdryer.

“Don’t
you want your mousse?” Jim offered sweetly. He noticed she only
had a comb and brush.

“Okay…
thanks.” Kim said awkwardly. For once… she was glad
they were around. Two pairs of eyes were better than none.

“Here,”
Tim said sweetly, “We’ll part your hair for you.” Kim
thanked them with great gratitude.

“Don’t
do anything silly!” She warned. The twins giggled and agreed.
Sometimes they were a pain to Kim and they usually enjoyed it but
they knew when they were needed.

Kim’s
hair was finally dry and moussed at 10:15. She took one of the Tweebs
hands… she wasn’t sure which. She led him to her closet. “Can
you find my purple sundress?” Kim pleaded. The twin handed her a
hanger and started to leave. “Thank
you!”
Kim called before he left.

“We
got your back Kim.”
Tim said before shutting the door leaving her alone to change. Kim
let her robe fall and she searched for the zipper on the dress. She
found it and slipped her thin body into it. She had lost almost 10
pounds
in one week at the hospital. She loathed
hospital food. Speaking of which… she hadn’t eaten since she had
gotten home and she was ravenous! Just then Kim’s mother rushed in
with some breakfast and placed it on a little table. Kim heard the
tray crash and she screamed, “Thanks mom!” Kim approached
her full length mirror and said to it, “I just
wish…
I knew what I
looked
like.”

10:45

Ron
had finally rolled out of bed at this point and tiredly walked to his
closet. He found a faded pair of jeans and an old tee-shirt. He never
wore anything
nice on Saturdays. He walked over to his mirror and tiredly combed
his golden hair. It never really looked right. There were always a
few very angry strands that wouldn’t part on either side. Ron usually
let these little frizzes do what they wanted to do.

Ron
shoved his feet into his sneakers and hurried down the stairs, “Ma,
I’m up! Now what’s for
breakfast?”

10:50

“Kim
hold still,” Kim’s mother said frustrated with her daughter. She
was trying to apply the perfect amount of blush to her daughters
face. Kim kept squirming. She was so
nervous. She hoped she didn’t look like a fool.

“What
about my eyes, what color did you use?”

“Blue.”
Ms. Possible answered satisfied with her job on Kim.

“BLUE!?
Why didn’t you do purple or violet?” Kim demanded.

Mrs.
Possible shrugged, “There wasn’t much left.” Kim opened her
mouth to scream but there wasn’t any time. The doorbell rang. Mankey
was here… early.

Luckily
Mr. Possible answered the door.

“Oh
hello Josh… Kim will be down in a few moments.” He assured
him.

“Kim!”

Kim
responded speedily, “Coming Dad!”

There
was a crash and a slight shriek from Mrs. Possible and Mr. Possible
rolled his eyes. “I have a vague feeling there’s going to be a
lot
more of that.”

Josh
laughed and agreed. He couldn’t wait to take Kim out. He had such a
great plan for their date. First a hike in the park… then
ice-cream… then a jazz concert playing live in the park…maybe
dancing… It was going to be so much fun. A few moments later Kim
came down the stairs. For someone blind, she could fix herself up
real nice. Her hair was combed and sleek. Her face was made-up and
she was wearing the perfect
shade of violet on her dress. There was one flaw, he dared not to
mention it… Kim had folded down one of her socks but not the other.
It looked rather silly but he stopped before he laughed. Kim was
smiling and her head was bouncing around the room in random
directions. When she reached the bottom stair her head was still
bopping.

“Kim,”
Josh sighed, “You look beautiful.”
And bam! Kim found him. Her hands reached for his face and felt the
surface of it. Kim grinned, “It is
you.”

“Did
you memorize
my face?” Josh asked with a little laugh, “Kind of.”
Kim admitted.

Josh
took her hand and led her out of the house. “Watch
your head.”
He warned her. Kim smiled and waved back at the house. Before Mr.
Possible could ask, Kim gave him answers.

“I’ll
be home before
9!” Kim assured them. Josh squeezed her hand and they
departed.

“We’re going to be in Middleton Park!”
Josh yelled back to
them.

11:10

“Mom,”
Ron complained, “Aren’t you done
with the phone yet?!”

He
had been waiting for her to wrap up her phone conversation with a
telemarketer for almost fifteen minutes now. He had to keep his
promise to Kim. Besides, he was anxious
to talk to her. He hoped she was still doing alright. He hadn’t been
alright. He had spent the entire night playing with his dartboard. A
picture of Josh Mankey sat on the bull’s-eye. The photo looked like
Swiss
cheese
once Ron was done with it. Ever since the news of Kim and Josh had
come to his knowledge, he had been barely
making it through. He didn’t eat
or sleep
any more. Coffee
was the only mixture to enter his body. He felt like a drool-monkey.
Before he could continue his train of thought, the bedroom doors shot
open and Mrs. Stoppable handed the phone to Ron.

“Hang
it up when you’re done.” She reminded him constantly. Ron nodded
and rushed into his room. The Possible house was #1 on speed dial. He
waited to hear her cheerful voice. Instead he got, “Possible
residence, who is this?” It was the voice of Mrs. Possible.

“Ron,
Kim there?”

To
Ron’s astonishment Mrs. Possible said very simply, “No.”

“Where
is she?” Ron demanded. He hoped she wasn’t back in the hospital
again.

“Out
on a date with her boyfriend,” Mrs. Possible remarked
cheerfully, “Isn’t it nice
that people are being so
kind
to Kimmie?”

Ron
croaked, “Lovely, where did they go?”

“Middleton
Park.”
Mrs. Possible answered aggravated at these crude questions.

“Thanks,
bye.” Ron hung up the phone and screamed, “Ma! I need a
ride!”

At
the park…

“How
much higher
can this hill be?” Kim asked her hands clamped tightly around
Josh’s neck.

Josh
answered with a slight grunt, “Not much.” Kim sniffed the
fresh air. She hadn’t been outside for a while. She could smell the
fresh cut grass and the odors of the woods itself. Too bad she
couldn’t see
anything. But every once and a while she’d reach her hand out and
grab a leaf. She could imagine the setting. She had been along this
trail many
times. It was amazing with Josh though. ‘He’s
so sweet… and strong…’
Kim thought. Josh had offered to give her a piggyback ride the entire
way.

“Don’t
you want to put me down now?” Kim offered sweetly.

“Nah,
I’m cool.”

Kim
flirtatiously fingered his hair and whispered in his ear, “I
could use a little rest.” Josh seemed to let out a gasp of
relief as he let her down. ‘Good,’
Kim thought, ‘Now
he’s not hurting himself.’
Kim felt the ground she was on. She stumbled over to a bench. Yes!
She knew where she was! Even blind, she could find a bench! Once Kim
had settled down she moved aside so Josh could sit down. She heard
the bench creak slightly, he was there now.

“Are
you tired?”
Josh asked nervously.

Kim
giggled, “Not really.”

“Good
cause we still have a lot
of ground to cover.” Josh started to get up, Kim grabbed the
back of his shirt and pulled him back down, “Let’s stay here a
little
bit longer. Please?”

Josh
sat back down and sighed. “Sure.”

Kim
felt herself smile and she sat back embracing nature around her.
Suddenly in whilst Josh asked, “Would
you like a
backrub?”

Meanwhile…

“Haven’t
you tracked Kim yet?” Ron asked turning on his Ronnunicator.

“Yeah,”
Wade said unperturbedly, “She’s on a trail.”
Ron rushed over to the maps, “Which one?”

“Sairo”
Wade answered with a shudder.

“That
really long one?” Ron asked pointing to one aloof trail on the
map.

“Yeah,”
Wade confirmed, “That one that hardly
ANYONE
goes on.”

“Swell.”
He switched off his Ronnunicator and sprinted down the trail, “Thank
goodness
I’m not out of shape,” He murmured to himself.

“I’ll
see you later.”
A sunshine haired girl said to her coach sprinting into the woods.
“Where are
you
going? The game isn’t over!” The young field hockey player paid
no attention. She had other things on her mind. Like catching up to
Ron…

Ron
was huffing and puffing when he reached the midpoint on the trail,
‘Maybe I’ll rest
for a bit on the benches up ahead. I could use one.’ But he stopped
himself before he walked into the scene. What was in front of his
eyes was the most heartbreaking thing Ron could perhaps
discover…

Kimberly Anne Possible and Joshua Wendell Mankey
were… Making
out on a park bench.

Kim
seemed to brain-dead. Her lips were locked
upon Josh’s and every few moments she would murmur. Josh’s face was
physically covered in Kim’s lipstick. His hands were roaming the
insides of her dress. They were infatuated with each other. Kim’s
hands were in constant motion throughout Josh’s hair. ‘That
makes me sick,’
Ron thought. Josh was an animal.
How could he kiss
someone like that on a mere first date? But still, Ron was jealous;
HE
wanted to be the man kissing Kim like that. And he didn’t want to be
watching it either. This sadness and jealousy soon turned to anger,
‘Why
didn’t you wait
for me to call? Why are you breaking promises Kim?’ Heatedly,
he hissed, “I promised
to be your eyes. Don’t you remember?”

Kim
pushed Josh away, “Did you hear someone?” She asked softly,
Josh moaned, “No,” as he nibbled on her ear.

Kim
shrugged and went back in for the kiss.

‘You
can’t be serious…’ Ron
thought bummed out. Josh was sitting there, taking away Kim’s
innocence. Kim couldn’t be that easy…
could
she?
Ron shook his head, ‘no’. Kim wasn’t like that she —

Ron’s
thoughts were interrupted when he was pulled aside by someone.

“Hey
Ron!” There was a very sickly sweet giggle.

Ron
blurted out, “Tara?”

“Shh,”
Tara hushed him, “Come with me.”

Tara
took Ron’s hand and led him away from dismal scene. Ron followed her
hopelessly. One word escaped his lips gently, “Kim…“

No
one heard
him.

Tara
released his hand when she had led him further back away from the hot
lip action going on at the mid-point of the Sair trail. “What’s
this about?” Ron asked curiously. Tara had never pulled him
aside like this before.

“I
love you.”
Tara blurted out blushing like crazy.

Ron’s
jaw dropped, “W-what?”

Tara
paused and knocked Ron down onto the leafy path, “Ron, I love
you. Everything about you. Your unique personality, the way your
voice sound, even the way you flout the rules
of popularity.” Her soft hand brushed across his forehead. Ron
hastily pushed her off and nailed her to the ground.

“What,”
He said breathlessly, “Do you take me for? A fool?”

Tara
reached up for his checks, “A gorgeous
fool. But I guess,” She said innocently, “I’m the fool,
the love-sick
fool.” She leaned in to kiss him.

Ron
furiously smacked her away, “I’m not in the mood
for this.” He informed her. “I’m sorry about Kim,”
Tara said sympathetically.

This
took Ron by surprise. He tried to cover himself, “What — are
you saying I…”

“Love
her?”
Tara said suggestively. “It’s obvious
isn’t it? I saw
how you were going after her; you even pulled your computer dude in
on it.” Tara commented.

“His
name is Wade!”
Ron indignantly yelled.

Tara
calmed him down again. “I know — I can’t be Kim. But I can
be Tara. Give me a chance, maybe you’ll like me more. I’ve got an
idea!” She exclaimed flipping Ron over, taking advantage again.
Ron was pale and she leaned in close to him, “You’re going to
like me — You’re going to like me…” She said hypnotically as
she leaned in close to his face and asked only, “Did it
work?”

Ron
only sighed, this would
have been a dream come true a month ago. But not now, now he knew
what love really was like, and he was prepared to wait for Kim…
even if it took his entire life.

“Tara
I can’t…”
Ron said softly moving away from her.

“I’ll
make
you forget about her,” She cried, “I’ll
make you forget about Kim Possible!”
At the moment she said this, Ron lowered his eyelids. ‘On
second thought…’

“Okay,
Tara. You’ve got yourself a Ron. But you have to realize something,
right now, you’re with me because I want to forget about Kim. I’m
pretty much using
you. But, if you want me to really love
you…
you can try.”

Tara
squealed and said, “That’s fine
with me.”

And
with that, the two began a deep make-out session. As Tara’s tongue
slipped into Ron’s mouth he thought,

‘Do
I really
want to forget about
Kim?’

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