Kim Possible Porn Story: Come Dancing Chapter 2

Kim Possible Porn Story: Come Dancing Chapter 2

Come Dancing

Chapter 2

OOOwww!! RonOooowww. Be gentle.

You should of hit him. commented Ron dryly

Im not going to hit himooowww.

Should of kicked him then.

Im not gonna kick him! her tone showed more that a little
irritation.

You should of done something. Look what he did to you.

Ron was correct. Right now the pair had set up camp in Kims
parents house. Sitting upon the very large comfortable brown couch
positioned in the center of the vast living room their backs pressed
towards the covered windows. Before them was a glass covered coffee
table holding a scattering of miscellaneous debris, mostly the
numerous boxes needed to run the massive television and all its
components. The television for the moment remained blank.

Kim was leaning back on the arm of the sofa propped up with several
oversized pillows looking quite annoyed, her shoes had been dropped
unceremoniously upon the floor and her feet were in Rons lap. Her
boyfriend was doing his best to massage her poor little digits back
to life, eagerly trying to get some of the swelling down at least to
a level in which the poor girl could walk without limping. Pitiable
Ron had to practically carry her home, every step she had gripped
about how pained her toes were. With the added burden of a mass of
educational tomes, it almost became too much for him to handle.

Both teens looked over as a clattering from the kitchen announced the
arrival of one of the senior Possible family members.

Hey Mrs. Dr. P. cried Ron from his uncomfortable position.

Kims mom stood framed by the kitchen doorway. Her long thin
willowy body leaned effortlessly against the jam. Arms crossed about
the chest of her bright while lab coat, bringing crinkles to the
pressed fabric. Her dark purple dress suit barley peeked out from
under the stiff white jacket, a pair of lavender stockings encased
her beautiful legs which were crossed at the ankle. She had an
inquisitive look to her pretty face, one eyebrow raised high on her
forehead as she took stock of the action upon the couch. Mrs.
Possible commented I though you two might be doing something
else. First thinking of the multitude of interesting activities
young teens might be doing on a couch when no parents are about, then
after a second What are you doing?

Kim grumbled under her breath but her lover piped in quite cheerfully
Massaging Kims feet.

Biting her lip knowing she would most likely regret enquiring but
knowing she was going to have to ask the obvious. Why?

Dance class.

Ronald Stoppable what are you doing stepping all over my poor
babies toes. Kims mom looked down upon the young boy,
annoyance clear in her deep blue eyes. The toe of her one designer
heals tapping against the carpeted floor. Her head had jerked
forward so fast the diminutive bright orange bangs still danced
through the air.

Pointing an accusing finger in his girlfriends direction It
wasnt me! She didnt want to dance with me

Kimberly Ann Possible Moms arms were jammed into her
hips as she glared down at her baby girl, there a slight hint of
amusement twinkled in her eyes.

Crunching back into the pillows that held her upright, arms folded
tightly against her chest We were assigned partners. The
younger Possible female stated.

And so who did you dance with Ron?

Actually he began rather smugly pretty much every girl
in class was clamouring to get their hands on The Ron and his
bodacious moves.

You know how to dance? Mrs. Possible seemed surprised. She
had known the boy many years and this had never come up.

YA where did you learn how to dance! Kim had leaned forward
becoming very menacing, quite incensed at this hither unmentioned
talent.

Ive always been a bon-digity dancer.

Snorting rather loudly Kim lunged back into her spot arms still
folded angrily about her chest .

You should have seen it yesterday All eyes turned toward
the other end of the living room at the now open doorway as the sound
of a familiar voice entered moments before the speaker.

All the girls were fighting for the chance to dance with pretty
boy. A second equally familiar voice finished the sentence.

In walked the tweeb or as they were more commonly known Jim and Tim,
Kims younger twin brothers. Neither was very tall, but due to
their higher than average intelligent levels had been skipped a head
to grade nine well ahead of schedule. This leap brought them into
contact with Kim and on occasion this link would cause the girl no
end of consternation, this moment being another one of those times.

Oh, Im going to dance with him began one little brother.

No, dancing with him will be my honour. Finished the other
brother; his closed hands resting lightly against one cheek,
eyelashes batting flirtatiously, added to give the affect of a young
girl in love.

Hes so eye candy…

Eye candy! Thats what Monique had called him. Grinding her teeth
Kim became furious, that little wench had set her up. Kim now
figured Monique had pushed her in his direction hoping that Kim would
get paired up and hence Monique and every other girl in class would
be saved the tender ministrations of that club footed destroyer of
delicate tootsies. Ooooo that girl was going to have to die for this
little transgression, wait until tomorrow you treacherous vixen.

so Bonnie got the misfortune of dancing with the pretty boy.

Ron had ceased rubbing his humbled womans feet at the entrance of
boys and had been paying attention to the on going conversation. He
was forced to look from one youth to the other as they would start
and finish each other sentences. It was fortunate they didnt
speak their own language. That would explain why Bonnie wasnt
at cheer practice yesterday. She had the same problem you did
today. The last part was said to his lady friend who still
unhappily grumbled at the far end of the sofa thinking of all the
nasty things she would do to Monique once she got a hold of her.

The twins started back into their story of the seniors dance lessons.
You should of seen Kim she practically leapt into his arms.

She went total gaa gaa over him.

I did not! You little Kim lashed out attempting to grasp
hold of her brother, fortunately or unfortunately depending on your
point of view both stood just out of range of her talons their faces
showing large grins at the discomfort of their sister.

Kimberly Ann you didnt.

To her mother I didnt. Then looking over to her boyfriend
I didnt her eyes pleading forgiveness.

Well Ron inquired Mrs. Possible; one eyebrow raised you say
you can dance. Would you care to put that to the test? She held
out one hand invitingly.

A very surprised Ron let Kims swollen feet drop as he accepted the
invitation to party.

An even more astonished Kim Possible watched in horror, her jaw
dropping, shoulders sagging eyes wide with disbelief as her boyfriend
gingerly placed his hand upon her mothers hip and proceeded to
begin tangoing about the living room, both enjoying the attention.
This could so not be happening. MOM she screeched you have
your own husband to dance with that ones mine.

With out missing so much as a beat her mother stated Yes
sweetheart but your father cant dance worth a darn and this young
man is doing quite well.

Oooo Kim said she and Ron were married.
Her brothers began mocking her once more.

With his eye lashes fluttering rapidly the other brother joined in
and we werent even invite thats was about as many
words as he got out of his mouth before a large pillow smashed
directly into his face knocking him flat.

Hey what did you do that for? demanded the still conscious
brother.

Kimberly Ann why did you hit your brother with a pillow for?
challenged her mother still happily spinning about the outside of the
living room.

Because he wasnt close enough to strangle! snarled the
attacker.

xxxxx

Mr. Dr. Possible was in a pleasant mood as he carefully slammed the
driver side door shut on his copper shaded sedan. It was a littler
early for him to be home but today that didnt bother him in the
slightest this extra time gave him a modestly prolonged period to
spend with his loving family.

His close cropped salt and pepper hair seemed a little more out of
order today due to job related stress or the fact that his car window
had been open on the drive home. The jacket of his suit was draped
over his arm, right now on such a lovely day it just didnt seem
worth being all buttoned up. Sliding his brief case gently from the
roof of the saloon so as not to mare the paint, he backed away from
the automobile and towards the main entrance of his home. His free
hand pushed a single black button on the chain before depositing the
bundle into his pants pocket. Beside him the car flashed in
recognition of his command locking the doors and shutting everything
down for a rest.

It was a short walk up the drive; his dress shoes clicking over the
stone work, past the garage that for some unknown reason his car
never seemed to make it into. The front door was closed but
unlocked, which wasnt a surprise for at this hour the majority of
his family would be home entertaining themselves in some way shape or
form with all hopes towards the non destructive kind, antimatter in
the garage pose a whole slue of problems.

Hey everybody Im home.

That was as far as he got, the last image his eyes took in was his
lovely wife dancing the tango with his daughters, oh who was he
kidding his future son in law. One son was lying upon the ground
with a pillow covering his head and the other diving for cover. A
similar pillow as the one on the floor came flying at a high rate of
velocity smashing directly into him sending papers flying in every
direction.

Sorry Daddy!

XXXXX

OOOwww!! RonOooowww. Be gentle.

You should of hit him. Ron commented dryly

Weve been over this and Im still not going to hit him!
regardless of how tempting it might have been.

All combatants had gone off to their respective corners to nurse
their wounds leaving the teens back where they had started. While
Ron enjoyed rubbing Kims back, it usually led to some more
energetic petting, on occasion a boyfriend had to take one for the
team and rub less enjoyable parts of ones girlfriend in order to keep
her happy.

It was quite, off to one side in the depths of the kitchen could be
heard the mutterings of one Mr. Dr. Possible, most likely annoyed
about the reception he had received upon entering his domicile. Kim
had leaned back once more upon the couch the two pillows replaced
behind her, in her lap her hands were nervously wringing them. Her
face was a mask of shame, gnawing upon her lower lip she could only
look upon the man who rubbed her feet through the very lids of her
eyes. Finally she blurted out Ron Im sorry about today!

Slowly he looked over at her For what KP?

Leaning forward her arms spread wide That I didnt dance with
you this afternoon. She explained.

Youre just saying that because you got walked all over.

No Ron youre my boyfriend and I should be dancing with you.
She beseeched him.

Youre just tweeked cause every girl in the class wants to be
locked in the arms of The Ron, the only man who can charm the ladies
with his bon digity dance moves. He seemed quite proud of himself
and his new ability to enthral the ladies.

Youre not making this apology any easier! Kim grumbled. In
fact her blood had begun to boil when that girl Penny had pranced
across the floor and leapt more than a little joyously into Rons
arms, but it was when the music started that she had become livid.
That girl had been spun about with such grace that it shocked Kim
that her Ron was able to sashay with more than just a little style
and panache. Penny had just gone with the flow of the music and
allowed herself to frolic around the ugly tiled floor. The girls
eyes were wide with excitement as she laughed in blissful rapture.
When Kim had noticed that the blonde girls one hand was lurking
just a little too low upon his person that Kim had come so very close
to rushing over and begin seriously hurting that harlot.

About that time Kims attention was drawn away to more pressing
matters. It was at this moment that her partner had trodden upon her
toes for the first time. After that it was more a matter of personal
survival, forcing her to keep a weary eye out for her dance
associates big clumsy feet. More than once she had desired to
catch a glimpse of her beloved Ronnykins and that overly enthusiastic
wench, but a crushing weight kept her mind preoccupied.

Leaning back upon the pillows positioned at the end of the sofa Kim
snarled back at her consort. Well you didnt seem to mind
dancing with that other girl. The final words dripped with acidic
venom.

Well she was fun to dance with, shes got some good moves, but
she not the girl I know andum.awell ya.

Kim frowned he just couldnt say it could he. Fine well make
a pact. Tomorrow you dance with me.

His spirits seemed to brighten as a smile crept over a portion of his
face. Does that mean I dont have to get extra math homework.
Words came out joyfully from his mouth.

Yes you do! his spirits sank faster than the Titanic.

So we in agreement? One eyebrow rose questioning him regardless
of the fact that she already knew the answer.

Ignoring her feet Ron inclined his frame backwards against the couch
folding his arms loosely across his chest, he gave her that look, the
one with the eye brow. So what do I get out of this?

Leaning way over to get a better view of what was happening inside
the kitchen where her parents were residing. Seeing nothing Oh I
think I could come up with something worthwhile. One finger ran
seductively down his shoulder.

Agreed! It wasnt like he was going to dispute spending time
dancing with her.

The pair leaned forward to seal the deal with a kiss. Their bodies
bent, lips moving closer and closer to each other, eyes closed
awaiting the point of impact.

Beep Beep Bee det chirped and small blue communications device
fastened to Kims pants. Again the machine squawked calling
attention to itself. Quickly Kim removed the annoying creation and
hit the display button. Whats the sitch Wade?

Hidden in the mist of a mountain of computer related equipment, the
majority of which Kim had no idea on what it did sprang the figure of
a young boy. He was about twelve years old and of African decent.
His curly black hair was cut very short upon his round face. Like
his head his body was more than a little spherical, the most likely
cause being the fact that he rarely if ever left his room.
Preferring to remain secreted with his equipment monitoring the world
for Kim and letting her know if it was in need of saving. If he
partook in anything else she really didnt want to know.

How are your feet doing? he asked, generally concerned but
still trying to suppress a laugh.

A low grumble resonated in the throat of Kim Possible before she
answered Theyll be fine Wade. Now is there any reason for your
call other than a medical concern?

After a short chuckle the youth continued Im picking up some
odd disturbances and quite a bit of electronic chatter in small
village located in South America. It may be nothing but at this
point I think you might want to check it out.

With a sigh Ok Wade you got a ride for us.

Not a problem Kim but you might want to be careful, you cant
just waltz into this layer without getting your toes stepped on.

Kim signed off before she would have the misfortune of more bad dance
jokes. The other end of the couch poor Mr. Stoppable averted his
head so his lady would be unable to see the struggle he was going
through in the prevention of an all out laugh attack.

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