Kim Possible Porn Story: A Heated exchange – part 2

When Kim got back to her bedroom it was still dark outside. Checking her Kimmunicator, she saw that it was 5:13. That was an odd time for Kim. It’s too early to get up for school just yet, and she wasn’t tired anymore, so she decided to just lie in her wet bed with her glass of water and her thoughts. She could smell her musk from the bed, from the wetness, and determined that the she must smell like shit. Her thighs were now dry, but her desire for the girls kept her exposed pussy hot.

That was… I… …Damn, that was hot. Bonnie, Tara, and Monique all on top of me… I have never felt like that… like this before. That’s something I wouldn’t even think I would dream of.

Slowly recounting what had happened in her dream, she started to finger herself as her eyes closed.

Bonnie was so, powerful, she had control of the whole situation. She is so cute… I wish it wasn’t a dream. Tara was so… so hungry, good, erm… whatever. She knew what she was doing, and she needs to do it again. And Monique, boy that must’ve been a dream because Monique would never do any of that, I can’t even see her touching herself that way.

She rubbed a little faster, fingers going in circles over her clit. As Kim replayed her dream in her head, the more and more she convinced herself that’s what she wanted. As she started to shove a finger into herself, she started picturing Tara eating out Bonnie, and Bonnie pushing Tara’s head into her folds as if she was rubbing a dog’s nose in something the dog was nosing through. Then Bonnie would yank Tara’s head off of her crotch and shove their lips together in an attempt to taste her pussy from Tara’s mouth. Kim shoved another finger in her throbbing pussy. Wanting even more, she painfully struggled to fit a third in.

Kim imagined Bonnie then shoving her black polished toes in Tara’s face, forcing her to lick each individual toe well until Bonnie was satisfied and Tara could move on to the next toe. Bonnie then fingered herself watching Tara suck each digit, and then move on to the next foot. Kim’s own toes started to curl as a delightful tingle passed over her body. She then imagined Bonnie taking one of Tara’s feet and shoving the pink polished big toe in her mouth, drawing upon it, then switching to the next one and doing the same until she reached the end, doubling back two toes at one time.

Oh my God! Bonnie and Tara are so hot together! What am I thinking…

Kim could feel her heart pumping blood to and from every part of her body. It was with that image of Bonnie sucking Tara’s little pink toes that Kim finally came, and soaked her hand again, along with a good bit of sheets.

It’s not the same…

Kim cleaned up her hand and hid her sheets under the folds of blanket, where she found her pajama bottoms which were pretty crusty. It was now 5:49 and that was late enough for Kim to take a bath.

 

Still bottomless, she went to her bathroom, turned on the light, and locked the door, just in case either of her brothers were awake. she turned and look at herself in the mirror. her hair obviously had something sticky dried in it, because there was a tuft of frayed strands over one of her ears.

Some dream I had…

She looked down her thighs, sticky from her dream, then at her womanhood, soft and pink, and then at the little puff of red hair right above her pussy, and admired it’s shape, reminiscent of a bunny’s tail. She did that on purpose, if for no one else, then for herself, but at the moment it had Kim’s dried up juices in it. She finally took her top off, revealing her large breasts, still with an imprint from the pajama digging into her bosom. She went over to the tub and started drawing a bath. She made the water extra hot, as if believing that the power of a bath to remove smell was directly related to temperature. When the tub filled up, she dipped her toes in first; her foot screaming to her head about the temperature, she ignored it and plunged her whole body in and was burning up at first, but her body soon equalized temperature. Relaxing, she soaked her hair, then let her hands float near the surface.

I would never do that… and Bonnie would never ever do anything like that, especially with me, the only way I’ll ever touch her lips is if she was biting me. Still… I would not think of my friends like that… and even if Bonnie was into the ladies, I would certainly not be her first choice… She hates my fashion style, she hates my work and resents me for eclipsing her talent… and taking her role as cheer captain…

She sank her head a little bit until her upper lip was barely submerged and started blowing small bubbles under the surface of the water. Kim had no reason for not dating women, she didn’t know anything about having a girlfriend, she just knew how to be one. She knew that women could be caring, loving individuals, except maybe for Bonnie, but that was just the problem.

I’ll get her to notice that I can be what she wants me to be. I give her a little praise for her efforts… Sure I’d have to straighten up a bit, fix my hair, paint my nails, I’ll even wear what she wants me to. I’ll get her to notice me, maybe get her to not hate me. That’s step 1. maybe then. It can’t hurt to try.

a weight lifted off of her mind as she resolved to get Bonnie’s attention. she soaked in the tub, playing with her hair for a few minutes. When she finished and dried off, It was 6:21, she wrapped a towel around her chest, went to her room, sat down and painted her fingernails a sparkly soft green, closely resembling her eyes, she thought to herself. She waited a few minutes and then painted her toes the same color. she lied down on her bed and stared at the ceiling wondering what she was going to say, how she was going to do it.

After a few minutes she got up and walked to her closet, removing her towel in the process. She grabbed a properly fitting bra, one that was the right size for her boobs, and slipped it on. She put on a small white tank top, and a blue-jean mini-skirt, noticing she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. She paused for half a second debating whether or not she needed underwear, and then realizing that it was Monday, picked a skimpy pair of panties. She went to the mirror and looked herself over. Liking what she saw, she proceeded to fix her hair, still in a mess from the bath. Quickly, she put on some light blue flip-flops and took the only purse she owned for the rest of her stuff.

This is surely a deviation from the long sleeves and cargo pants…

She ate and left for school before anyone else was finished getting dressed.

Here I go…

 

Kim walked to school alone. It took her a couple minutes, but she had plenty of time for a detour. She stopped in front of the door and buzzed. After a second or two, Monique opened the door.

“Kim! You’re up early!” Monique said, delighted to see her friend.

“Yeah,” Kim replied, also happy to see her, but not really showing it.

“What’s on your mind, K? Wanna come inside?” Monique said opening the door further for Kim to enter.

“Thanks, Mo.” Kim said as she passed. She kicked off her sandals and put her stuff down next to the door. She followed Monique into her kitchen, watching her walk in front of Kim. Monique was still in her sleeping attire, a white T-shirt and had a pair of sweats on. from what Kim could tell, her friend had been in the middle of working out when Kim interrupted her. Kim pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen table while Monique got herself some breakfast cereal.

“Hungry?” Monique asked, to which Kim shook her head.

Monique brought a bowl over with the rest of things in her hands and sat down next to Kim, whose chair was facing her. ” What’s bothering you, KP?” Monique said in response to Kim’s quiet presence.

Kim wanted to tell Monique about her dream last night, and how it made her feel, but she just didn’t know how to begin. Stalling, she started playing with her fingers, until she decided to just come clean. “I had a confusing, dream last night. I went into the locker room after cheer practice, and started to change my clothes, when I saw Bonnie naked, just staring at me. and then you and Tara were naked, and then the two of you pulled me down, and then Bonnie came over to me and kissed me, and then she, well, um…” Monique kept chewing even though her eyes were getting wide. “She and Tara kind of, well, you know…”

“What?” Monique said, as though she knew what Kim was getting at, but wanted to her her say it.

“Are you going to make me say it?” Kim asked, as though begging her to understand what she meant, and was met with a prompt nod from Monique. “Ugh, they fucked me okay?” Monique coughed on her cereal, and milk ran down her chin. Kim jumped to help her friend, until she realized that Monique was laughing. “That is NOT funny!” Kim shouted, forgetting that Monique did not live alone. Monique doubled over out of laughter, and tried to keep partially digested bits of cereal from spilling out of her mouth and onto her own lap. “Don’t get all Freud on me here, it’s because of the dream that I’m here.”

Monique giggled for few seconds at the look on Kim’s face.”Why did you come to tell me this? Did I also fuck you in your dream? And what’s a Freud?”

“Freud is not important! Yes, you were in my dream, but I’m here because it was Bonnie. Bonnie was incredibly ubiquitous. She had an aura of, well desire, and, Dammit! I want to kiss her! Just once, just to see if it was there for real, or if I just dreamt it up too.” Kim replied, nearly out of breath.

“So, you want to tread that path, eh? With Bonnie nonetheless?” Monique inquired, quizzically.

“Am I crazy? Do I sound crazy? If only you had that dream, you would unde…”

“I understand just fine. I know what something like that can do. Just coming out to your best friend for your school rival is, well… If I had woken up this morning… if you would even want to become friends with… Yes you’re crazy, with a side of lunacy, deep-fried until it’s golden brown.” Monique said, in an unsettled tone of voice.

“Thanks, Mo, But is there anything you can do to help me?” Kim was looking away from Monique, she fiddling with her hair.

“Kim, hate is a two-way street, just because you ease up on the firepower doesn’t mean she won’t. But if you really want to, you will have to be completely selfless to her. You will have to let her win every argument, no matter what. Listen to all that she says, and do all that she says, given that it’s within the realm of reason. And Girl, is that why you’re wearing those rags?”

Kim sighed, and then submissively followed Monique to her closet. Kim could disable a 500 megawatt laser, disarm a handful of henchmen with just her fists, but her fashion sense was not the best when it came to dress to impress.

“If you want her to notice you, dress in something that is suggestive, not revealing. Skintight pants outmatch a skirt any day, and a short sleeve shirt makes it look like it wasn’t intentional.” Monique threw her a pair of pants that were very, very tight. Kim took her skirt off right there, handed it to Monique, and as Kim put the pants on, she had to draw a breath of air and hold it. Once on, she threw her shirt aside, and took the shirt from Monique. She noticed Monique steal a glance at her boobs.

Is she actually looking at me? Monique, you fiend! Don’t say anything! Not a word! If you say…

“Like what you see?” Kim said, as Monique snapped her eyes back to Kim’s.

“Kimmy dear, dream on, because that’s the only place I will ever do anything like that to you.” Monique lashed.

I said not to say anything and i flap my mouth and now Monique’s mad at me and it’s all because i couldn’t just shut up when I needed to and she’s helping me no less, I should apologize.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I didn’t mean it at all.” Kim said, finally slipping a Tie-Dye pink t-shirt over her belly button.

“It’s all right. You look a lot better.” Kim smiled and gave her a hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay with me ‘experimenting,’ Mo.” Kim said casually.

“No experimenting while we’re hugging!” Monique stated, jokingly. Kim laughed and went to get her bag in the kitchen. Monique walked in behind her and said “One more thing…” Kim looked up. “I cannot think of a way Bonnie would ever willingly kiss you, even if you were friends. You’re going to have to steal a kiss from her and hope she likes it.” Monique warned.

“Thanks a lot, Mo. I’ll see you at school.” Kim said as she slipped her feet into her sandals and opened the front door.

“Best of luck, Kimmy!” Monique shouted behind her as she closed the door.

Get her to not hate me, it can be done. Great…