Chapter 4 - The 'Manipulator'
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Tuesday April 25th 10:20 Pm - Middleton Mall…
As Ron and Monique helped steady each other in their mixed relief and exhaustion, the Police ushered the Paramedics inside of the mall to help with the half traumatized and battered hostages. Within the following ten minutes, they were all ushered outside, where they were guided towards a lineup of various Ambulances. On the one hand, Monique was given a scratchy gray blanket and some water, on the other hand, Ron was stripped of his mission shirt so that he could be given a field dressing and a stern talking to.
"You've been shot and you need some stitches." The paramedic was speaking in an incredulous voice, while gesturing at the blood already staining the dressing on Ron's side.
"I need a good night's sleep, because I have school in the morning," Ron replied, in a no nonsense voice. "I can't afford to sit around for five hours in a busy emergency room."
The Paramedic turned towards Police Sergeant Miller as if to say, "Can you please just handcuff this idiot?"
"He's got a dressing on the wound," Sergeant Miller responded, with a shrug of his shoulder. "According to what I just read, this boy has more front line experience than I do, and just by looking at his scarring I can tell that this isn't his first rodeo. Just let him go."
"I'll drive him home," Monique offered, from a small opening in her cocoon of blankets
After giving Monique a grateful look, Ron dropped from the Ambulance to the tarmac and began looking for the remains of his shirt. When he didn't find the torn up article of clothing, he looked towards the paramedic. The man only smirked and pointed at a nearby garbage bin. Ron shook his head in annoyance, before turning away to give Sergeant Miller a meaningful look. "You have my statement and you understand my desire to stay out of the newspapers. So far as I'm concerned, this situation was resolved by the police. I just neutralized some of the tech involved. If there's nothing else you need from me tonight, then I'll be going."
Sergeant Miller stared at Ronald for several seconds before he finally shrugged and waved an arm. "You're free to go... We're just wrapping up here and as you said we already have your statement. Uhh good work... Mr Stoppable."
It was the very first time that a member of any Police force had ever remembered Ron's name, so despite his intention not to let it happen a happy smile crept into his face. Turning towards Monique, Ron tried to make eye contact with her but failed. He could see that she was preoccupied staring at his bandaged wound, and he figured she was thinking about the fact that it could've been her instead. It was probably best to distract her from her current line of thinking as soon as possible. Snapping his fingers in front of her face finally helped Monique shake off her daze, and she immediately leapt to her feet. Soon they were walking out of the Police cordon and towards her black Honda Civic.
"Thanks for the ride home," Ron offered, in as casual a tone as he could muster.
At first it didn't look like Monique was going to reply, but then without ever looking up from her feet she began to speak. "I forgot earlier but... Ki... Kim is at the... movies with Mankey... tonight..."
Since Monique stuttered as she spoke, Ron figured that she must still be pretty shaken up by the incident. He smiled and put a hand on Mon's shoulder, even as he nodded his head. "Uh yeah, she is. She took the batteries out of her Kimmunicator and everything." With that said, Ron just shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive fashion. It wouldn't be fair to start bitching about Kim, because it would only put Monique in a difficult place. She was Kim's closest female friend after all. Abruptly, Ron decided that a change in subject was the wisest course of action. "Look Monique... Mon... Tonight was my very first solo mission... I'm sorry that everything was so off the cuff and sloppy. I've never had to think about the little details before, and what I forgot about tonight could have..."
Ron's apology was very abruptly cut off when Monique engulfed him in a vicious hug that forced him back against the side of her car. "Wai, wha, Monique..." Ron's attempts to understand what was happening came to a screeching halt, as he felt all of Monique's rather dramatic curves pressing up against his body. She was an extremely fit girl with very little unnecessary fat, but good God's did she have that slim thiccc appeal going for her. Monique's body was almost all curves, and she had the most mesmerizing ass of anyone in his entire class. Ron had always shied away from noticing these things, because Monique was first and foremost Kim's friend, and he hadn't been willing to make waves. Well... Times had changed... Ron was extraordinarily aware that Monique's body was made for sin, as she was currently squeezing him against her car with it.
"I'm... I'm sorry!" All of the sudden, Monique started apologizing with great volume and sincerity. "I... I helped Kim convince herself that turning off her Kimmunicator for one night was okay. I didn't think anything like this would happen, and even if it did I'd never have thought that you'd take up all the slack all by yourself, and if you hadn't then I'd still be in there with that gun waving lunatic! I should've known that you'd come even without Kim around, which means I'm just as bad as everyone else when it comes to underestimating you!" With a gasp, Monique completely ran out of air and clutched at Ron's sides to remain on her feet. She wasn't done. She was nowhere near done.
"Woah, woah calm down," Ron called out, as Monique tried to continue apologizing directly into the skin of his neck. He patted her back and shoulders and then pulled her into a tighter hug when he felt wetness forming on her cheek. "Mon relax! I don't even think you're wrong telling Kim to take a night off! Kim's a teenager not a slave or an emotionally tortured Spiderman, Batman, Fearless Ferret type. She should be allowed to take nights off! The problem isn't Kim, but the fact that there's no one else but Kim. I'm not strong enough to work alone... yet... but I will be, I promise."
By the time Ron was finished his monolog, Monique's breathing had finally returned to normal, and she seemed to be calming down. On the other hand, she hadn't released his body yet and it didn't look like she was going to do so any time soon. Her face was firmly buried into the meat of his shoulder, so he couldn't even use her face to figure out what she was thinking. That's why he was surprised as all Hell, when she finally did pull away from his chest. The very cool and aloof Monique Johnson, was looking up at him with stars in her eyes.
"What do you mean you aren't strong enough?! You were sooo cool Ron! I mean not really cool per se, because every single little move you made looked like super lame, but I knew what you were up to, and it was all so damned clever, and it was awesome! Monique started bouncing against Ron's body in a combination of excitement and enthusiasm.
Looking down at Monique's super earnest expression, Ron couldn't help it. He completely lost it and started howling with laughter. Monique's description of his actions was comedy gold, and the look on her face was priceless. After a moment, he winced in pain and his laughter came to an end. At the very least he had a broken rib from Hoodie's kick, so laughing was just a little too much for him at the moment.
"Oh God your ribs... Jesus Ron... Let's get you home huh?" Monique started motioning like she might try to carry him, but Ron waved her off. While the boy might not be going anywhere fast, he did appear capable of walking to her passenger seat. Soon enough, Monique was behind the wheel and struggling to focus on the road, as she drove towards Ron's house. Despite her better intentions, she kept stealing glances over at her blond friend's partially nude form.
"I know... the scarring and... stuff." Ron graciously waved off Monique's curiosity, while grinning at his female friend. He was sure that they'd laugh about how odd he looks at some later time.
"Boy... you are one broken human being," Monique began, in a quiet voice. "Do you even look in the mirror in the morning?"
Ron wasn't sure broken was a good way of describing his body, but Monique was the super candid type, so he'd have to assume it was the truth...
Looking aside at Ron, Monique suddenly realized that he thought she was dissing him. After thinking about it some more, Monique wasn't all that surprised. Ronald Stoppable had super low self-esteem, which didn't pair well with the fact that he was as dense as a black hole. Of course he thought she was dissing him, he probably couldn't even imagine her giving him a compliment. She was going to have to be extraordinarily candid if she wanted him to understand. Then again, maybe she just wanted to strike while the iron was hot. Either way, Monique took a very deep breath and then blurted out exactly how she felt. "I think your body's sexy as all Hell, Ron. I... I want you... I want you badly."
Ron had been mulling over the fact that he apparently looked broken, when Monique's loud and clear words just barely ghosted into his ears. That's the reason why about four whole seconds passed before his head whipped towards the girl, and his mouth dropped open in shock. "Wait, pardon?!"
"What's to misunderstand, Ron?" Monique had begun blushing at some point, but that didn't stop her from continuing her explanation. "Ron, I'm being serious here. I'm crushing on you hard right now. I think I might even want to cuddle up to you like those idiot couples do at school. That's not the important part of this though… Your body... is the sexiest thing... I've ever seen... in my entire life. That's why I want to skip all of the grade school stuff and just straight up jump your bones. I want to rub my naked body against your naked body. I want to see, smell and taste every inch of you. I want to run my hands and tongue along that eight pack of yours, I want to suck on every inch of you until you're completely covered in hickeys. I want to rub, lick, kiss, suck, swallow, sit on, and be filled by your cock. I am… completely soaked... for you... Ronald."
By the time Monique was done explaining how she felt, Ron was out of breath, extremely flushed, and as hard as a rock. He couldn't even believe the words that were coming out of Monique's mouth with such intensity and meaning. "Bu... Why now? We've been friends for over a year now, and you've never shown even the slightest amount of interest."
"Several very important reasons," Monique replied, in a businesslike tone. "You're not Kim's unofficial boyfriend anymore, you're sweet, you're a hero, you care about me, you make me feel safe, you took a bullet for me just twenty minutes ago, and most importantly I just now discovered that you have an unbelievably cut body just made for fucking. I want you, I want you to want me, and I will be making you mine. Try to deny me Ronald. Tell me you don't want me all over you from this moment forward."
"That's... I... I was already in bed with someone else, when I was contacted about tonight's mission." Immediately after blurting out those words, Ron felt an intense desire to bludgeon himself to death. Why does it matter if he was with Tara earlier!! The girl was too damned ashamed of him, to even be seen in public together!! Hell... Tara was a step down from even Kim in that regard! Ron wouldn't, couldn't be a source of shame for a woman anymore, so any romantic intentions he'd had towards Tara were gone. Over the next couple of seconds, Ron tried to figure out what brand of idiocy had just come over him, to make him say those immensely stupid words. Honesty maybe?… Ron was an honest guy… a stupid, stupid, honest guy…
If Ron had been expecting his words to dissuade Monique however, then he'd have been wrong. "Wow you really are heroic," Monique responded, in a truly impressed sounding voice. "You denied your dick to go save a bunch of strangers huh? Let me guess by the way... Tara?"
"Wai... Wha? How?" Ron was pretty sure this conversation was going ten times too fast for him to keep up.
"Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that she's been staring at you from a distance for over a year." Monique shook her head in a very cliché "boys are dumb" kind of way, before she returned her focus to the road.
For the last couple of minutes, Ron had been getting excited about Monique having a crush on him. Now, all of that positivity was draining away, in the face of what Monique had just said. "Ummm Monique... I've been single without any prospects this whole entire time... If you knew that a girl at our school was into me, then why didn't you?..."
"Not a chance Ron," Monique responded, without a moment's hesitation. "It might not make sense to me, but Kim gets extremely possessive of you, and I wasn't going to get in the middle of that. If you'd ever stopped obsessing about Kim, you'd have noticed Tara's interest for yourself. It's not my fault that you're so unbelievably dense." As they pulled up to the longest red light in all of Middleton, Monique took the opportunity to cross her arms in a sassy way.
"Thanks for the ride home Monique, but I'm going to pass on inviting you in." While Ron's words were both cool and unemotional, they seemed to echo back and forth throughout the silent cab of the car. Just a little over a minute earlier, Ron wouldn't have even considered rejecting Monique, because she'd always been good to him in the past, and she was hot as all Hell. It was just too bad that the unbelievable selfishness of what she'd just said had turned him off in record time. It all came down to two important facts. Monique didn't give a damn about his happiness, and he didn't intend to come cheap…
At first, Monique looked completely rattled and upset, but after a moment her face took on a flinty look instead. Leaning in towards Ron's body, Monique sidled close until her mouth was just inches from his ear. "Ron... Are you or are you not trying to become more confident and bold? Are you or are you not trying to change from the boy you've been… to the man you want to become?… Monique smiled, when she caught Ron's body tensing up, and his eyes dilating wide. "Here's what I'm going to do for you Ron. I'm going to walk into your house and then up the stairs to your room. When you get there, if you don't stop me... I'm going to do things to your cock that would make a seasoned hooker blush. I'm going to make a man of you over and over again…
"Where did you?" Ron couldn't even believe how damned creative Monique was, when it came to the dirty talk.
"Porn Ron... Lots and lots of porn... After breathing out those words in a throaty purr, Monique began to lightly nibble on Ron's ear lobe and neck. She smiled happily when she felt him shiver from head to toe. When Monique finally pulled away again, it was just in time for the longest red light in history to turn green again.
Slowly but surely, Ron returned from the fiery tailspin Monique's words had caused his calm. He couldn't even believe how effective Monique's ingeniously manipulative questions had been. There was also the fact that his cock was literally beginning to hurt with arousal. He'd had blue balls going into tonight's mission, and Monique sure as Hell wasn't helping... like... in the least. As they pulled into his subdivision, he was still trying to come to grips with what he already knew he was about to do. He was going to use Monique for sex despite the fact that he was pissed off at her, and they both knew it. He was going to go through with it despite the guilt the decision was going to cause him. On the one hand, he didn't want to be the type of guy who just uses women for his own satisfaction. On the other hand, it was becoming more and more obvious that the women in his life have no issues with returning the favor. As Ron finally found the resolve to do what his blue balls were demanding he do, Monique's car started pulling into his driveway. The right half of his driveway was taken, so Monique was forced to park on the left side…
"Well Fuck," Ron muttered darkly to himself, as he stared out of the passenger side window of the car. What he was looking at was sure to complicate matters in the extreme. There was a teal VW Beetle parked next to them in the driveway, and there was a beautiful blonde leaning against its hood...
"Speak of the devil," Monique whispered out, in a sing-song voice. "That's fine... I'm not backing down Ron. I want you and you want me. You know it and I know it. I'm making you mine..."
"You've "wanted" me for all of fifteen minutes," Ron injected into the last moment of quiet he was expecting to have tonight. "I get it Monique... you're down to fuck. Just don't act like we're involved in some kind of epic romance."
"The basis for every successful relationship is mutual attraction, which I know we have." To prove her point, Monique flicked the absurdly obvious tent in Ron's pants. "Besides. We've been friends for over a year, and we both like professional wrestling. That's more than most couples have in common." Before Ron could make a reply, Monique parked the car and then hopped out. She turned towards the blonde girl leaning against her Volkswagen, and waved as if they were the oldest of friends. "Say the words Tara. I dare you."
Tara opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again and then shrugged in a way that implied what she was about to say was the obvious. "He's mine."
After shaking her head, Monique rolled her eyes as if Tara were brain damaged. "Sorry girl, but you entered this party waaay too late. He's mine and we both know it."
"I spent the entire evening helping him study and then fooling around with him," Tara boldly pointed out. "He's into me."
"I've been his friend for over a year," Monique responded immediately. "He's into me too."
"You're wrong. He's been a platonic friend of yours Monique." Tara didn't say the words but she was implying that Ron wasn't attracted to her. It was a weak argument but it was the best she could do. Monique's body was drool worthy, and they both knew it.
While shaking her head as if in long suffering, Monique walked around the car towards Ron.
As this was all happening, Ron was very slowly rising out of the car due to a mixture of both his injuries and a desire to remain invisible. Being embroiled in women fighting can be a terrifying experience, and if you disagree then just watch Kim and Shego go at it. This may not end up being as mega violent or scary as those fights, but it appeared that his sex life was on the line. The worst part of it all was the fact that he couldn't figure out what he actually wanted to have happen. At the moment, he was pissed off at both of these girls, so it was impossible to give a damn about the fight's outcome. As he straightened and leaned against the car, Ron saw Monique approaching him, and at first he thought she might do something overtly sexual. As it turns out she didn't even need to. She just walked up and pointed at his still throbbing hard cock. It was straining the ever loving Hell out of his cargo pants, and bouncing around as if it had a mind of its own.
"For the past ten minutes straight, I've had him this hard and I've only been using my words. Platonic indeed..." Leaning against her car to the left of Ron, Monique crossed her arms in satisfaction.
"I've wanted him way longer than you have," Tara pointed out, as if that fact were a game changer of some kind.
"Prove it," Monique demanded, with a sickly sweet smile upon her face.
Tara's mouth bobbed open and closed several times, before her teeth finally clicked together in defeat. "You know what... fine. Ron will choose which one of us gets him." Tara was clearly trying to make her voice confident. The fact that she sounded apprehensive instead wasn't missed by anyone.
"You're right Tara, he will." Monique looked at Ron as if she already knew his answer.
Tara stared at Ron as if willing him to pick her.
"Both of you hold your damned horses!!" After throwing his hands up to the sky, Ron pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers because... "Oh for fuck's sake! "I hate to break it to you girls, but I'm not the helpless damsel up for grabs in this western shootout of yours. I'm a free agent dammit! You can't just win me in a battle of wits or wills or sexuality, and neither one of you has some special advantage over the other. The fact of the matter is that I have zero interest in getting involved with either of you. Tara... Bonnie's your friend and Kim isn't a murderer. Neither one of those girls would've killed you for spending time with me. You kept your little crush a secret because it was the easier option. You're a coward. Monique... you're supposed to be my friend, but you kept Tara's interest in me a secret for over a year. Clearly my happiness is unimportant in the face of your own convenience. You're a disloyal coward.
Neither Tara nor Monique had anything they could say in their own defense. They just stood there, and wilted under his glare.
At the tail end of his tirade, Ron started to feel like he was kicking a puppy, so he tried to pull himself together. Sighing expressively, he shrugged and took a very deep breath. What he really needed right now was some calm, but lately that was becoming increasingly difficult to find. "Look... girls... You're both smart, you're both witty, you're both fun to be around, you're both beyond words gorgeous, and under different circumstances I'd be completely overjoyed to spend time with either one of you. However... None of that means dick all to me right now. For reasons that are deeply personal to me, I've decided to stop letting my choices be dictated to me by self-entitled bitches.
I'm not trying to boss you around," Monique defended immediately.
"Neither am I," Tara added just a split second later.
"Really?" Ron couldn't even believe the fucking balls on these girls. One of them was trying to manipulate his feelings to get an easy lay, while the other was trying to hide her interest in him as if he was a cocaine addiction. Were both of these girls completely blind to the way they were treating him? Rubbing at his face again, Ron attempted once again to find some calm. He failed… He wasn't just angry this time. He was furious. With fists that were tightly clenched in frustration, he attempted to speak in a normal tone of voice. It didn't work. He overcompensated while bottling up his emotions, and ended up sounding like a vengeful robot. "Tara, Monique... Just this morning... so far as I know... the both of you were completely indifferent to me."
Both girls opened their mouths to argue, but Ron cut his hand through the air, halting them in their tracks. He turned towards his so-called "friend" and speared her with his eyes. "Monique... just this morning you straight up were completely indifferent to me. Now here you are demanding entrance to my bed as if you have a right to it. I get it Mon. You're thirsty for some dick. Well too bad. Deal with it. I don't have the time to play games with you. I have a metric ton of things to accomplish before Friday, and having my emotions toyed with by a selfish, self-centered, manipulator, isn't one of them.
Monique flinched and then involuntarily backed up a step. What Ron had just said had stung, but what stung worse was that she didn't have an argument or an excuse. She'd known all along that it was unkind to keep Tara's crush a secret. What she hadn't realized was that Ron had seen right through her particular brand of... coercion…
After dealing with Monique, Ron turned towards his fellow blonde, and just stared at her for several very tense moments. "Tara… I'll be completely honest with you. I'm legitimately surprised that you're even here right now. I figured you'd run away, as soon as you noticed that I had company. I mean... What if Monique tells someone that you were here tonight? What if the worst case scenario happens? What if a rumor starts at school that we're… friends? After shivering in a parody of violent revulsion, the fake emotions bled off of his face. What was left behind was a cold and angry expression that spoke of both exhaustion and impatience. "Well... I suppose at that point, you'd have no other choice but to change schools or something. My condolences." The sarcasm was thick in Ron's voice by the time he'd finished speaking.
After gasping in surprise and becoming visibly upset, Tara took a deep breath to respond. Then, after several quiet moments passed, her mouth closed again, and she lapsed into yet another helpless silence.
Nodding his head as his suspicions were confirmed, Ron opened the back door of Monique's car, pulled out his jet scooter, and hefted it over his shoulder. As he turned back towards Tara, he steeled his resolve. The way the girl was noticeably upset and biting her lower lip was making what he was about to do quite a bit more uncomfortable. It didn't matter. Difficult or not, it needed to be done. He wasn't going to be anyone's secret shame or guilty pleasure. After shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Ron squared up to face the beautiful blonde just one more time. "Well... Not to worry Tara. You're not going to be seen with me, in public or otherwise. I don't want anything to do with you."
At Ron's words, Tara reeled back against her car, as if she'd received a physical blow.
Neither of the stunned silent girls made any objections to what Ron had just said. They also didn't move to intercept him when he marched past them towards his house. As he walked, Ron used both the time and the quiet to mentally beat the shit out of himself. So much for pulling up! Instead of controlling his temper, Ron had pulled a complete 180 and lost it big time! In less than one minute's time, he'd turned a salvageable situation into an unmitigated clusterfuck of resentment and hurt feelings. Right away, Ron knew that it'd be impossible to continue any kind of relationship with either of those girls. He also realized that he'd blown his one big opportunity to actually use the cumbersome dick swinging between his legs. Still... Fucking Hell, those girls had been pissing him off... Both Tara and Monique had been acting as if they were his only options. Neither one of them had ever even attempted to appeal to him on some kind of normal plane. They'd also been claiming that he was "mine," which is the newest and most reliable way to piss him right the Hell off.
At this point, Ron had no choice but to hope that there was a normal girl out there somewhere that might actually appreciate him.
Firmly closing his front door with his foot, Ron trudged into his kitchen, where he pulled out a massive first aid kit and plonked it down on the table. Next, he moved over to the sink, where he started pouring water into an electric kettle so that it could become boiling hot. The paramedic had been right after all. He did need some stitches. The only thing they'd really disagreed about was where he was going to get them. Ron had learned how to take care of himself ages ago, because he'd been hiding his injuries for well over two years. With his overabundance of first aid experience, a four hour wait in a crowded emergency room was nothing but a waste of time. Ron carefully washed the edges of the gash along his side, before pulling out a needle that he sterilized in the boiling water. About half a minute later, the needle was threaded and ready to go, and it was time to get to work. With all of the sweat, grunts and groans you might expect from such a thing, Ron started threading himself back together. Yeah... It hurt. It also demanded every ounce of his focus for the next two minutes. That's the reason why, when he was finally finished and free to look around again, he almost jumped at what he found sitting across from him.
Both Tara Strongwell and Monique Johnson were sitting at the table, leaning towards him and staring at his needlework. They both had completely captivated expressions on their faces.
"Those are some tidy little stitches, considering that was the single most badass thing I've ever seen," Monique pointed out casually.
"You didn't lock your door," Tara explained, in her usual sweet and soothing voice.
"That's a Freudian slip," Monique added immediately. "Subconsciously Ron wanted us to follow him in here."
"Both of you get out of my house." Ron hadn't even needed to think about those words, before they were exiting his mouth. Freudian slip? He'd wanted them to just barge into his house unannounced? What the fuck was wrong with all of the women he knew?! Why were they all so damned conceited?!
"No can do Ronno." Monique shook her head as if she'd have loved to do what he wanted, but it just wasn't possible at the moment.
"We're here to clear up some things," Tara added, as a counterpoint to Monique's words.
"Oh? Am I perhaps missing some key piece to this puzzle that'll change everything and make me realize that I'm being unreasonable?" After wiping away the last vestiges of blood from his side, Ron turned towards his fridge to collect some food. He was still recovering from starving over the weekend, and losing a quart of blood wasn't helping. He was also planning to use the food as a barrier between himself and the girls. Despite the fact that they were completely ignoring his anger, he really had no intention of speaking to either one of them. Ron bit into a roast beef sandwich he'd made earlier, before turning around and facing the girls.
"I don't expect you to forgive me that easily," Tara began slowly. "I have my own reasons for being secretive that would be difficult to explain. Instead, I'm going to appeal to you based on what you really need right now. You need someone to teach you both Biology and English before Friday."
"Math and S.A.P." (Sociology, Anthropology and Psychology) Monique added, with a raised hand.
Ron was halted right in his tracks by what he'd just heard. He almost spit out his food in his surprise. Monique and Tara had caught him off guard so effectively that his mind was having trouble coming to terms with what they'd said. It appeared that these girls were A) offering him a tutoring service in return for sex, and they were B) willing to cooperate with each other. Not only that, but they were right. He really did need the help studying, and he really was in a bind. Belatedly, Ron began chewing his sandwich again, before just barely managing to choke it down.
"How in the Hell did you two manage to come up with such an absurd arrangement?" Ron's voice was somehow both hoarse and incredulous in the extreme.
"We talked it over and came to understand what was most important to us," Tara began.
"Mainly the fact that neither one of us can perve on you if you're completely furious with us," Monique finished eloquently.
"Wait. You two aren't?..." Ron didn't know how to ask this particular question.
"What are Bisexuals," Monique guessed, as if Ron had asked her a jeopardy question.
"While I prefer men, I can... appreciate... a really good looking women," Tara explained, in her normal dulcet tones. "At least enough that I can cooperate towards... mutual goals."
"I watch a whole Hell of a lot of porn, and it's broadened my sexual horizons," Monique added, with a casual shrug. "I also tend to believe that all women are at least a little bit lesbian, depending on time, place, and how much alcohol is present."
At first, Ron thought that Tara might disagree with Monique's opinion, but when he looked over at the girl, she was nodding along as if it were just common sense. Ron didn't quite know how to react to this new reality, so he asked the obvious question. "And you two are trying to what?... Share me?"
Tara bobbed her head back and forth as if she were mulling that question over. "Here's the situation as we've come to understand it, Ron. You're undecided about which one of us you would choose, because so far as you can tell, we're both just selfish bitches.
"You're probably thinking you don't want anything to do with either one of us," Monique added, in a voice filled with self-recrimination. "We've both been absurdly pushy while ignoring the fact that you've only just broken free from a submissive role. I should've seen this coming from a mile away, but I was far too focused on what I wanted.
"Well... Monique's been pushy." Tara shrugged, as she gave Monique a look of mock superiority. "So far, despite my faults, I've already been making myself extremely useful."
"Hey!" Monique was grinning even as she shook her head at Tara, which was ruining the effect of her warning.
After grinning back at Monique, Tara returned her attention to Ron. "You only have three more days before you're going to leave for Japan. There's very little chance that either of us can win you over in such a short period of time. With that in mind, we'd rather... share you... yes, share you... then have none of you at all…"
"We want to make you forget about both our faults and your reservations." Monique shrugged as if what they were doing was only common sense. "We think the both of us fucking you senseless all night long, might just do the trick."
At first, Ron didn't say a damned word because he didn't trust his brain. He'd walked away from sex just ten minutes earlier and it'd hurt like a kick to the balls. Now the sex was evolving into a potential threesome, and Ron seriously didn't think he'd survive turning that down. A small, super pissed off and indignant part of Ron's brain, was persistently arguing that these girls were still making far too many decisions without his input. It was screaming at him that these girls were treating him like a whore. Its arguments were getting it nowhere. The larger part of Ron's brain was calling that smaller part a pussy and giving it a swirly. It was pretty clear to Ron that a little mental compromise was in order, at least until the girls had taken care of the painful swelling in his balls. He wasn't going to talk… like… at all. Unless speaking was completely necessary, he was just going to shut his trap and ride this out…
Accurately taking Ron's silence as implied consent, Monique stood up and waltzed around his back, dragging her nails along his neck and shoulders. "Ooohhhhh yeah. We're going to spoil the living Hell out of you Ron."
"I want his virginity," Tara announced out of nowhere, and with a raised hand like she'd have done in school.
"And why should you get his first time and not me?" Monique looked fake indignant, rather than real indignant.
"Because I was going to take it earlier tonight and then my plan was ruined. I've wanted to have his first time for nearly a year now, and I wasn't going to wait any longer. Your little hostage situation interrupted me." Tara said all of that as if it were a fact.
Ron couldn't help it. He turned towards Tara and arched an eyebrow. He didn't think they'd have had enough time to have sex before she needed to leave for her curfew. Then Tara arched an eyebrow at him in return, and he realized she didn't think he'd have lasted very long.
"Ron… I'm sure you'll try to hold out but... I'm way too much for you to handle without a lot of practice. I'm going to make you cum all over me within a few minutes tops." Tara's expression was one of both excitement and fond indulgence. "Thankfully now that I'm sleeping over, I can just get you hard again and keep going."
"Not tonight you won't. Tonight we're taking turns draining those balls." Even as Monique purred those words into Ron's ear, her cell phone started ringing, and she pulled it from her pocket.
Both Ron and Tara caught the moment that Monique saw her mom's name on her phone's screen, and her chocolatey brown face went nearly Caucasian with sudden dread.
"You didn't call your parents to explain anything, and now they've seen the ten o'clock news featuring your hostage situation," Tara guessed, in a sing-song voice.
"I'm, I'm dead… I'm going to die," Monique breathed out, so quietly that her words were nearly unintelligible. Even as she ran out of the room, she was pressing the button to accept the call. Even at a distance, they could hear it when Monique's mom started screaming at her.
When Ron looked over at Tara, he didn't think he was imagining the poorly concealed look of elation, trying to emerge full force upon her face.
"Ahem... Well... Ron." Both Tara's facial expression and voice were serene as she walked up to Ron and gently ran a hand along his cheek. "I'm about to go to your room, where I'm going to put down my night bag and lay aside some clothes for tomorrow. I strongly suggest you come to bed as soon as you say goodnight to Monique."
After staring at Tara's completely adorable look of thinly veiled excitement for several seconds, Ron just nodded his head in acceptance. He wanted Tara. It was a fact, it was undeniable, and it was a separate issue to the fact that she was too embarrassed to be seen with him at school. As Tara waltzed out of the room, Ron walked out to his front porch, where he saw a visibly devastated Monique getting told off by her mother.
"Yes, yes. I understand mom, get home or get grounded for eternity," Monique muttered, in a pained sounding voice. "No I'm not disrespecting you mom I'm just… Okay." After throwing her phone into her pocket as if it were a pit viper, Monique sighed, leaned back against the wall, and then turned her head towards Ron. "I can't stay, got to go, and in a hurry. It looks like Tara's going to have you all to herself tonight. I can't help but wonder though... Where do you think she'll decide to break away from you in the morning? I mean, we both know she's not going to ruin her reputation by showing up to school with you… Do you think if you ask nicely she'll drop you off a block from school?"
At first, Ron was transported along by Monique's words. He found himself getting angry at Tara because that situation really was pissing him right the Hell off. Then he realized that he was being a simpleton. For the Gods only know what time that night, he was reacting exactly the way Monique wanted him to, and she was playing him like a fiddle. Godamnit, why did both of these girls have to have such blaringly obvious and damaging character flaws! Well... Ron wasn't going to take the bait this time. In a move that he wouldn't have thought he was capable of before today, Ron slammed his palm against the wall, directly over Monique's shoulder, hemming her in with his body. Ignoring Monique's gasp of surprise, Ron leaned in until his face was just inches of hers. He didn't so much speak as he did growl the words that came out of his mouth. "Stop trying to manipulate me, Monique. You're insulting my intelligence and you're pissing me off."
Well shit... Ron hadn't really meant to do or say any of that, but he'd lost his temper again and there it was. It might be true that he's changing, but it was still unclear whether or not it was for the better.
In the seconds following Ron's outburst, Monique's eyes sharpened with anger and she looked completely indignant. Following those first few moments however, it looked like she conceded his point in her head, and she started calming down again. Despite all of that, she never made it to the point of looking the least bit apologetic. She just jutted her chin out at him, and shrugged as if it couldn't be helped. "It's called a defense mechanism Ron. Both of my parents are Psychologists. The behavior's not so easy to get rid of."
After a few more moments of extreme close up staring, Ron gave up a tiny nod. Monique had a point. Ron had plenty of defense mechanisms, and he knew better than most how hard they are to shed.
Very suddenly, as if she'd run out of the willpower necessary to stop herself, Monique bounced off the wall, grabbed a fist full of Ron's hair, and planted a fiery kiss on his lips.
It was becoming harder and harder for Ron to deny the fact that he was a whore. He was still frustrated with Monique for at least two different reasons, but as her lips enveloped his, he forgot all about any of that. Monique's lips were infinitely soft and luscious, and her tongue was twining about his mouth with talented swirls. In an instinctual reaction, Ron found himself, holding her tightly by her tiny waist, as he plundered her mouth in return. The kiss wasn't slow and it wasn't sweet. It was rough, wet and rushed, as if Monique wanted to compress a whole night of kissing into a single moment. When they finally broke apart, they were completely out of breath, and they gasped for air into each other's necks.
"Want you," Monique whimpered out into Ron's neck, before nibbling at his skin as if he was delicious.
Despite his loss of control just a minute ago, Ron was still determined to keep his speaking to a minimum. It was a good thing that in the end, his silence wouldn't pose a problem. It wasn't his stellar communication skills or sunny disposition that Monique was interested in. That's why, instead of saying a word, he just dragged his hands firmly down Monique's back, to her wonderfully large and round bubble butt, and cupped her ass cheeks tightly. Next, he pulled her close, to grind his newly renewed and impressive erection against her lower abdomen, pussy and inner thighs. He figured the fact that he wanted her in return was self-evident.
"Hooooohhhh God Ron." Monique moaned, shivered, and then released an involuntary squeak, as Ron used his powerful fingers to manhandle her by the meat of her ass. She ran her hands up and down the ropey muscle of his arms as he pulled her pussy against his long, hot, throbbing cock. Ron wanted her. She'd known he wanted her. Now it was more than obvious. "Goddammit boy... Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'm going to make your eyes cross." With that promise delivered, Monique spent the next fifteen seconds licking and sucking on the skin near Ron's shoulder. When she finally popped off, she nodded to herself in satisfaction. Ron had a newly formed and sharply defined, little hickey, right where his chest meets his collar bone. Monique grinned up at Ron as he took in the hickey, and then pointed her index finger down at his crotch. "Mine..."
After looking back and forth between where Monique had marked him and the satisfied smile upon her face, Ron realized that he needed to communicate just one more time. Leaning towards the smug looking girl, Ron whispered hot air directly into the panting girl's ear. "You need to speak to your parents about these delusions of yours Monique… I've already explained that I'm never going to let anyone make me their belonging ever again.... However… if you ask me very, very nicely, I might just let you have what you really want from me." With that said, Ron ground his cock against Monique's pussy a second time, even more aggressively than before.
Shivering from head to toe at Ron's words, Monique shook her head and pushed herself away from his body. "We'll see, stud. I still think I'm going to make you mine. I seriously have to go now though. I seriously can't…" Monique stopped talking then, because her thoughts were in a tangle. She just stared hungrily at Ron's still naked upper body, as she slowly backed towards her car.
"Oh wait! Don't mention tonight to Kim!" Ron had almost forgotten to bring this up, but it was of extreme importance to his plan. Under no circumstances should Kim have any reason to seek him out for a conversation.
"Wait but… why?" Monique was at a loss. On the one hand, it was obvious that Kim wasn't being very accepting of Ron lately. On the other hand, Monique couldn't figure out what exactly had him so unbelievably pissed off. Without knowing what was going on in Ron's head, she couldn't figure out why he might want to keep his actions a secret. Wouldn't revealing his heroic actions make him look stronger and more capable? Wouldn't Kim be forced to reevaluate Ron's worth? As Monique continued thinking about it, she suddenly decided that she didn't care enough to argue. While she'd be happy for Ron and Kim to reconnect, she didn't want it to happen at her expense. Monique wanted Ron, and she didn't want Kim getting in the way...
As Monique's face took on a completely baffled expression, Ron just shrugged his shoulders in dismissal. "I told the police that they were the ones who foiled the Fashionista's plot. I have no interest in having to explain myself to either the kids at school or Kim..."
Nodding her head in a reluctant form of agreement, Monique slowly backed up and then entered her car. Soon after, the black Honda Civic was pulling out of Ron's driveway, taking with it what had most likely been Ron's one big opportunity to have a threesome.
Reentering his house, Ron was walking up the stairs to his room when a wave of exhaustion suddenly crashed into him, and he leaned against the wall for support. The fact that he was tired wasn't such a huge surprise really. He'd spent the entire weekend starving in a closet, and then he'd slept poorly the last two nights, while struggling to repair his Mindscape. Yesterday morning, he'd had a very public argument with Bonnie, followed by a less public but more uncomfortable argument with Kim. Then there were the attacks. Between yesterday and today, he'd gotten into at least ten fist fights and although they hadn't been all that difficult they'd still caused him quite a bit of anxiety. Tonight he'd very publicly quit the cheer squad, studied his ass off all evening, went on a solo mission at the mall, received a broken rib from Hoodie's kick, received a superficial bullet wound that required some stitches, and then he'd had yet another argument with Tara and Monique. Ron was so tired at this point that it took the lion's share of his remaining energy just to get up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom…
But that was the moment when Ron saw what was waiting for him on his bed, and all of that exhaustion suddenly became completely irrelevant. An unbelievably strong burst of energy coursed throughout Ron's body, as if he'd been hit by a bolt of lightning. He was wide awake and ready to go like he'd never felt before…
Tara Strongwell was sitting on the edge of Ron's bed, wearing only a set of pale pink lingerie with white frills artfully arranged at the edges. She had her knees spread wide apart, and both of her hands were busy rubbing at the sheer material over her pussy. Despite the fact that she wasn't moving her fingers very fast, she'd obviously been going at it for quite a while. It was obvious because Tara's face was flushed, her breathing was irregular, and the fabric over her pussy was soaked to the point of near invisibility.
"Take off your pants Ron…"
It was only when Tara made that demand that Ron realized he'd been staring at her for at least 20 seconds. As he snapped out of it, he hopped in place as if he'd been cattle prodded, and took three steps further into the room. Not good Ron, get control of yourself!! To make up for his momentary loss of higher brain functions, Ron decided to take off his pants slowly and with some flair. While staring Tara in the eyes, he dropped his hands to the buckle of his belt, where he slowly, slowly drew it apart. He knew that he was heading in the right direction when Tara's fingers started moving faster and more aggressively against her panty covered flesh. In response, Ron somehow made it take over five whole seconds to pop open the top button of his pants and the same amount of time to slowly draw down the zipper. He didn't even push down his pants, but rather he let them drop with gravity as he took another step closer to the bed.
With a rustle and the faint sound of displaced air, Ron's pants were at his ankles, and he was only wearing a white pair of boxers. By stepping forward out of his pants, Ron found himself closing in on the blonde on his bed. He'd managed to time it so that he was only a little over a foot away from Tara, when he started slowly pushing down against his boxers. With a perverse fwopping noise, Ron's cock was suddenly set free, at which point it straightened to point directly between Tara's eyes, like the barrel of a shotgun. As Tara took in the size and shape of his dick, she bit her bottom lip and whimpered out a pitiful little moan. Ron's cock twitched violently in response, bobbing up and down near her nose.
"Contrary to what I'm about to do Ronald… most women don't give head to their men except under very special circumstances." Tara's voice was thready as she was explaining that, and her hands had begun rubbing up his outer thighs to cup his ass cheeks. "I'm not really even a dick sucking type of girl Ron. It's not my fetish… but right now I... I want to taste you in the worst way. I want to… explore you…" With that said, Tara's hands massaged inwards from Ron's outer thighs to wrap softly around the meat of his shaft. When her hands draped around Ron's cock instead, and her fingers were nowhere near long enough to completely encircle him, Tara gasped in unconcealed shock. Then, just a moment later, she began to laugh just a little bit hysterically, as she stared up into his eyes. "I've been completely delusional Ron. I thought I'd worked my way up to a dildo that was at least comparable to your size. I was wrong. You're going to ruin me Ronald… I can't wait anymore… Let's get you lubed up shall we?" Leaning a few inches forward, Tara delivered a sweet little kiss to the head of Ron's cock. The kiss was quickly followed by a second, then a third, then an open mouthed kiss with a tongue that flicked out in exploration. Finally, with a small whimper of appreciation, Tara began peppering Ron's thick and bulbous dickhead with rapid fire open mouthed kisses, covering every square inch in both saliva and cherry Chapstick.
By the time Tara involved her tongue in her explorations, Ron's hands were clenched and his eyes were closed. The reason for that was simple. What Tara was doing was already going far beyond anything he'd ever experienced, (a few hand jobs) and he didn't want to bust too quickly. He took several deep and calming breaths before he dared to open his eyes again. Even then, what he saw had him groaning, and his balls twitching heavily against his shaft. Tara Strongwell was staring adoringly up at his face, as her relatively tiny hands pumped away at his cock. Her hands were massaging his shaft towards lips that were sealed tightly around the flared out midsection of his dickhead. Concealed inside of Tara's mouth, her tongue was licking fast paced and intense circles all around the tip of his cock. Her licking would increase and decrease in intensity, over and over, as if she was aiming to keep him exactly on the edge for as long as possible.
"Oh God!!" Ron stifled a moan as his hands dug painfully into his own thighs. He was doing everything he could possibly do just to keep himself from grabbing a fistful of Tara's hair, and having his way with her throat like a damned caveman. He couldn't do it. Tara was still staring up at him and her eyes were somehow… adorable. Ron grinned and then almost laughed. Then, when Tara's expression somehow looked curious, even with a mouth stuffed with cock, he knew he needed to explain. "It's the innocent expression on your adorable face Tara... It's too much of a contradiction for me. It's like an angel straight from heaven suddenly decided to take up sucking cock as a hobby. Uhhh God…" Ron's eyes suddenly drifted into the back of his head, because he'd apparently scored some major brownie points with Tara, and she was letting him know it. As his eyes reemerged from looking at his own gray matter, he looked down to see Tara trying to pull her own face toward his belly, by cupping his ass with both of her hands. It looked obscene and borderline impossible, but with every second that passed, Tara's perfect little mouth was being stretched out more and more around his inconveniently girthy dickhead. What was even more ridiculous was the fact that judging by her glazed over eyes, and the whimpering noises she was currently making, Tara was getting herself off in a massive way.
Tara really wasn't the type to become aroused by merely sucking on a dick. Oh sure, she was a giver, so she was willing enough if the boy was worth it, but it had never been for her own satisfaction. Despite that being the case, at the moment, she could literally feel her pussy dripping onto Ron's bed sheets, as she tried to cram more and more of his dull pink, massive, overgrown strawberry shaped cockhead, into her mouth. It wasn't the way his skin tasted sooo damned good or the fact that the slightly musky and masculine scent of his balls made her lightheaded with desire that was making her pussy gush (although those things most certainly helped). It was the fact that doing this for him was such an enormous challenge that made it so great! Ron Stoppable's absurdly burly cock was a mountain and Tara Strongwell was going to climb it. As if to prove herself right, and with an audible popping noise, Tara finally managed to get Ron's entire massive dickhead into her mouth. If her mouth weren't already forming a perfectly stretched out capital O at the moment, she'd have smiled in satisfaction.
Before moving on, Tara decided to take a moment to get used to what she was already doing. She made good use of that time by sucking as hard as she could on what she'd already managed to cram into her mouth. As her overfilled little mouth hollowed out until you could see the outline of Ron's dickhead on her cheeks, and she spit shined his cockhead with her saliva, she couldn't help the moan of arousal that rumbled deep in her throat. A moment later, she moaned yet again, when the vibrations from her first moan made a large dollop of pre cum drip heavily from the tip of Ron's head, to soak into the flat of her tongue. Good God… Tara could already tell that Ron's cum was going to taste absolutely glorious, but she was determined to find out for sure. With a happy sigh, and a wink up at Ron, Tara started pulling on his ass cheeks again. She was going to stuff her throat with this cock until she had her nose buried in his short and curlys. Gods help her, but Tara just couldn't get enough of this dick.
With legs that were beginning to shake in pleasure overload, Ron softly ran his fingers through a head of silky blonde hair. Tara Strongwell was sucking on his cockhead as if it was a new brand of Ice Pop that she found particularly delicious. She was literally creating a vacuum effect that was hollowing out her cheeks, and as a result he could feel every inch of her mouth collapsed against his head. That plus the fact that she was still licking whatever she could reach with her tongue, and he was already reduced to doing long division in his head to keep from cumming. Tara had only started blowing him like two or three minutes ago, and yet he was already holding out for just a little bit more. It was the very first blowjob he'd ever received, so Ron didn't think it was selfish that he wanted it to last as long as possible. It was too bad that Tara was so determined to have him finish in record time. Even as he started dividing 9765 by 7, Tara's vacuum sealed little mouth started dropping towards his balls, taking in more and more of his shaft. At the same time, her too soft right hand stopped gripping his ass cheek, in order to fondle his heavy hanging balls. It felt as if she was trying to contact juggle his balls in her palm, and it was causing an electric current of sensation to shoot right up his spine. Ron immediately felt himself being pushed towards the point of no return, and he bit his lip to hold out for more.
Tara could literally feel the way Ron's overlarge cum tanks were churning out sperm in the palm of her hand, and it… was… hot! She knew exactly why Ron was holding out, but she still wasn't going to hold back an inch. Not tonight. She was far too impatient to both see and experience his orgasm. For the very first time ever, she was even interested in tasting someone's cum, and she didn't want to wait even a second longer than necessary. That's why, she decided it was time to get the show on the road, and she leaned forward with extra enthusiasm. Soon enough, Ron's cockhead was pressing against the entrance to her throat and she felt her gag reflex kicking in. Pushing just a little further, Tara settled Ron's head in the beginnings of her throat and then pulled away again, suctioning hard on his shaft the whole entire time. She made sure to lick and massage every inch of Ron's head when she withdrew, before she immediately took it back into her throat. Soon enough, Tara found a rhythm, with which she started fucking her mouth down on Ron's cock, faster with every passing second.
"Uhhh God, oh God, oh shit, Booyah," Ron groaned out, in a barely understandable voice. Tara was bringing him towards his end, with an undeniable but messy energy. She was… bobbing isn't the right word. She was shoving his cock into her cute little mouth at a rapid rate, but it was far too tight a fit to look anything but difficult. Truly, she was barely managing to cram more than one third of his cock into her mouth, but the attention she was giving his head and balls more than made up for that. Easily the most erotic thing about it all was the look in Tara's eyes as she stared up at him. It was a look that somehow begged for him to just give in and release all over her. It was an expression that made her look hungry for his cum and committed to having it. All of that, plus the fact that her remaining hand had become extremely busy between her own thighs, and Ron was completely done for. He felt his legs wobble and his stomach clench. He felt his balls contract and tingles of electricity run down his shaft. Ron knew that he was about to cum, and he withdrew his fingers from Tara's hair in preparation. "Tara, Tara cum, I'm cumming, I'm going to cum lots, lots Tara, lots!" Ron had forgotten to explain that he was a healthy guy, so this was going to end up being… messy.
Even though he had no expectations for how Tara was going to react, Ron was still completely blown away by her enthusiasm. Tara's mouth bobbed up and down along Ron's cock a little faster for two pumps in what was unmistakably a nod of understanding, but then she never pulled away even an inch. As his balls twitched and his shaft spasmed, launching the first of many high pressure loads directly into the back of Tara's throat, she raised her chin and started swallowing around his cock as fast as she could.
With absolute certainty, Ron knew that Tara wasn't going to successfully swallow all of his cum, but in the end it's the thought that counts and he was in heaven. With lips that were creating an airtight seal around his shaft, Tara managed to suck down and swallow three rapid fire loads of cum, without anything spilling from her mouth. That's about the point when she very suddenly and dramatically couldn't keep up anymore. The cum that followed started churning out of her overstuffed little mouth, like thick, bubbly drool, running down her chin, and dripping onto her barely contained, impossibly perky tits. Ron could barely even believe his eyes, as Tara continued to suck and swallow on his cock, despite the growing mess on her face and chest. Then something even more unbelievable happened. Tara started squeal-moaning directly onto the head of his cock as her thighs violently trembled beneath her. While drinking his cum, the beautiful blonde cheerleader had fingered herself to a very dramatic orgasm. The entire time she came, Tara stared up into his eyes as if thanking him for cumming in her mouth.
Magic... It was magic...
"Holy Gods," Ron whispered, as his shaky legs threatened to give out on him entirely. He was just seconds away from collapsing from pleasure overload when Tara pulled him around in a circle and pushed him onto his ass on the bed. With a completely obscene popping sound Ron's cock flew out of Tara's mouth. It wouldn't remain that way for long. As soon as he was settled on the bed, Tara dropped to the floor between his legs and draped her arms over his thighs. Then, with almost no lost time, Tara had her mouth back on Ron's dick head, where she started sucking and licking up the trace amounts of cum that remained.
Ron had never been a one round kind of guy when it comes to sexual matters, but right now his level of sexual stamina was completely irrelevant. With an almost manic enthusiasm, Tara was sloppily lapping at and slurping clean his cock, and she was moaning her arousal the entire damned time. Ron was rock hard. He'd never even started going soft. He was still diamond hard and ready to go. It was as if he'd never cum in the first place.
"Ohhh Ronald. You're such a rare specimen of a man… God you didn't even start to go soft, and I can feel your balls making more cum for me..." After kissing Ron's balls in appreciation, Tara licked Ron's dickhead one more time, before pulling away to look down at herself. With a cluck of disapproval, she started cleaning up all of the runaway cum splashed all over her chin, neck and breasts. She put it all where it needed to go… in her mouth. She'd been right after all... Ronald Stoppable's cum tasted divine...
"How could any straight man possibly go soft with you being so damned sexy all the time?" Ron shook his head because, Hell... What Tara was doing could make a straight woman grow an erection. She was methodically wiping up and licking his cum off of her milky white, round and wonderful tits. She was treating his cum as if it was delicious. In response, his cock was twitching, bobbing in the air, and hard enough to hurt someone with.
Even as Tara smiled up at Ron from her spot between his legs, she hoped that he didn't think she was a slut. After all, there was a pretty good reason that her seduction was turning out to be this flawless. Over the past year, Tara had quite literally lost count of how many nights she'd lain awake, fantasizing about Ron's massive cock and what she'd like to do with it. Over time, she'd begun to "rehearse" exactly what she'd do, using oversized toys, while waiting for the day to finally arrive. Over a hundred of those so-called practice sessions later, and with her fantasies finally coming true, Tara would be damned if she was anything less than perfect. Ronald Stoppable was naked and hard and at her mercy. He was going to be hers! Armed with nearly out of control amounts of arousal and with that goal in mind, Tara made a big production of kissing Ron's inner thigh, abdominal muscles and chest, as she rose from the floor. Then, when she was standing in between Ron's thighs, she firmly pushed him backwards onto the bed.
Personally, Ron would've been happy to kiss Tara, even if it'd meant that he might taste himself in the process, but it appeared she wasn't giving him a choice in the matter. As she slowly crawled up the length of his body, she proved that she'd come prepared.
Grabbing up a bottle of water that she'd placed on Ron's bedside table, Tara rinsed out her mouth before swallowing heavily. While she didn't taste anything in the water, Tara wasn't going to spit out even trace amounts of her new man's cum. Then, after briefly holding the water bottle to Ron's lips, she threw it to the side, drifted forward and kissed him hard. For several very long moments, they groped and grabbed at each other, and Tara rubbed herself up and down Ron's body. Then, very suddenly, she broke away from their makeout session, and straightened to sit on Ron's thighs. It was time. Slowly and sensually reaching behind her back, Tara started undoing the various hooks and knots that made up her lingerie. Soon enough, the frilly pink fabric covering her breasts fell away, followed closely by the sheer material covering her pussy.
As a very, very naked Tara Strongwell stared down at him from his waist, Ron struggled to breathe through his intense arousal. "You're beautiful," he gasped out, as he ran his hands up and down Tara's thighs.
Leaning forward again, Tara nibbled on Ron's neck, before purring into his ear. "How beautiful?"
For about three whole seconds, Ron panicked internally. Tara appeared to be expecting poetry from him or something, and sadly, he just doesn't have that kind of game. Following that moment, he mentally kicked himself for being a pussy, and decided that honesty was the best policy. "Tara, I don't have anywhere near the eloquence necessary to describe the way you look, without sounding either corny in the extreme or completely vulgar. You're beautiful, adorable and sexy as all Hell, all at the same time, and I'm completely blown away."
After his super candid reply, Ron didn't know exactly what to expect from the blonde bombshell currently straddling his waist. That's why he breathed a large sigh of relief when Tara whined low in her throat, and dropped limply over his body like a blanket. During the moments that followed, Ron felt Tara's teeth start to drag along his collarbone where it meets his shoulder, and he caught on to what she was doing. Tara was going out of her way to give him a matching hickey on the opposite shoulder from where Monique had left hers. After a split second where he considered interfering, Ron didn't move a muscle to stop her. Oh sure, Monique and Tara's possessive power games were going to have to come to an end at some point, but that felt like a tomorrow problem. Ron was far too busy cupping and squeezing Tara's drool worthy ass, to worry about such paltry things as his manly pride or desire for independence.