The Monkey's Tail

I hope it's half as good as I think it is. "Pain killers been very good to me" I know it's twice as long as I meant it to be but here is the 2nd half of Part 4.9

Please let me know what you think and don't pull punches. I can always rewrite it.


Kim took Ron's hand and led him slowly up the stairs. They maintained eye contact all the way up and for once in his life, Ron did not trip, fall, or stumble. It was almost as if he floated up them.

When they reached Kim's room, she put her hand on Ron's chest indicating he should wait where he was. After she stepped in Ron got Rufus out of his pocket and said, "Kim time Rufus. You head down and watch TV and sleep till tomorrow Bud." Rufus gave a big thumbs up and went scurrying back down the steps.

Ron then heard several loud clatters and bangs coming from Kim's room. Ron was in the room in less than a second, in a fighting stance, ready to take on whatever it was that threatened her.

Not seeing anything out of the ordinary or detecting any threat, he turned to see Kim standing near a wall switch that he didn't remember. She was almost giggling. "I guess I should have warned you. Daddy has these steel liners installed for my windows when they rebuilt the house. They're inside so no one outside can see if they are in place. They're kind of noisy when they close, but they should make sure we aren't spied on."

She moved closer to him and put her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss as she said, "And right now I want to make sure that I have you all to myself." As Ron started to return the hug, his hands moved lower to rub her butt.

"Ron, take off the shirt please ."

"I'm starting to get to you already, huh Kim?" he said with a smirk.

She gave him a sultry smile saying. "Ron, you're still wearing my Dad's shirt. It smells like him. Do you really want me thinking about him while we're together?" She turned and went to her dresser, looking for something on top.

Ron's expression fell like a two ton hippo. "Right! Yeah! Nope! Really don't want that! he he." He said as he quickly remove the shirt, folded it and laid it in a chair that he dusted off real quick.
"I'm sorry Kim. I started to do it again, didn't I? I started getting to full of myself. Thanks. For deflating my ego before it filled the room."

"No big. Ron. That's what best friendsand future wives are for. Besides, it was just a minor slippage. Use to be, it would take three days for you to come out of it. Not three seconds. Anyway, I'm the one that wants to get "full of 'yourself,'" tonight but, first a simple rule." she said as she put a cheap tiara on her head. It was the one she got for being a runner up for the Senior Homecoming Queen in high school, the contest that Bonnie cheated her way into winning. Kim knew that she had the real 1st prize, right here.

"This." pointing to the tiara," is my explorer's helmet. While I'm wearing it, I am doing the 'mapping.' When I take it off, you can take over. Okay?"

Ron smiled. "Okay." he said softly. "What should I do?"

"Umm, the pants are Daddy's too. Would you mind......"
Before she could complete her request, he had the pants down around his ankles, removed, folded them and had put them with the shirt. He also took off the shoes.
"......closing your eyes?"

Caught a little off guard for that request, Ron closed his eyes and stood in the middle of the room near the bed wearing just his socks, underwear and a smile. Kim moved closer to him after adjusting the lights in the room to a warm glow.

Without closing her eyes or touching him any place else, she kissed him on the lips. As the kiss went on, Ron's arms started to come up to embrace her. She gently held them away from her and whispered, "Not yet." She noticed that something else was coming up, but she ignored that for now. She was more interested in the man.

She examined his face in a way that would have made him uncomfortable had he known what she was doing, very up close. She was trying to map his face, every line, pore and hair. From the light colored stubble to a small blemish on his chin. Lightly, she traced it with her finger tips after memorizing it, leaving little kisses behind. As he exhaled, she inhaled his air and vise a versa, sharing their air, bonding in a deeper way than they ever had. His breathing started getting deeper, like he could sense he was inhaling Kim's essence.

Moving down his body, she did the same with his upper torso. His chest hairs, so light that they might be missed entirely. His nipples as they responded to her breath just before she kissed them. The very light scar, that she would have never been noticed if she hadn't know it was there, from having his appendix removed when they were just beginning high school. She had been so mad with him then.

They had just started going out on "missions." Ron had gone with her on one and been slowing her down a bit, she thought he was just out of shape, but they got through it. When they returned, his parents had to rush him to the hospital to have his appendix removed. She asked him why he didn't tell her that he felt that bad. His answer was he didn't want to miss going on a mission with her. She got so mad that she told him if he ever did anything like that again, he'd never go on another one with her. Of course she hadn't meant it. Not really. She just didn't want to see him hurt because of a mission. That was a long time ago. She gently traced the scar with her finger, then kissed it's length and blew on it. His breathing became a little more ragged then. Butterfly touches around his navel and then a light touch of her tongue to the inside of it sent small tremors though his body.

"Kiiiiimmm?" he said, with a hint of pleading.

Raising up, she left a trail of feather touches with her lips back up to his ear and whispered lightly, "Not yet." She knew she was being mean but she wanted to build the anticipation up for him. Make it the best it could be for him.

While maintaining the lightest of contact, she managed to move behind him and remove her blouse. She then started with his shoulders the same memorizing and kissing while using one hand to massage his abdomen, every once and a while allowing her breasts to touch his back. She was about half way down when she became aware of several light areas on his back. She would never have noticed them if she hadn't been "mapping," him, they blended that well with his skin color. When she traced the largest, about three inches long, with her finger tip, she found it was slightly raised from the rest of his back. She also felt Ron's body go tense at the same time that she realized what it was.

"Ron." she almost whispered trying not to change the mood. "Where did you get this? And this?" she asked as she traced the two largest scars.

"Ahhhhhh what are you talking about KP?"

The warble in his voice told her that he knew what she was talking about, so she asked him again keeping her voice soft, while continuing to touch and caress the scars.

The silence that followed told her that he was trying to think of an answer, any answer that he thought she would accept. An answer that wasn't the truth.

That answer never came. Ron's shoulders slumped a little as he quietly said, "That first one I got the first time I fought Monkey Fist, when I was with the holo-Kim. I got the other one when the Bebe's pulled me out through the roof of your dad's car. The others, I don't remember anymore."

(pause)

"From their size, they must have bled a lot."

(pause)

"I used to carry a lot of bandages with me when we went on those missions." he replied.

(pause)

"I saw you without your shirt a lot of times right after those things happened. Why didn't I notice them then?"

"Because I had taken some of my mother's makeup and I used it to hide them from you." His answer came without hesitation now.

Using a free hand, she undid the front clasp of her bra, allowing her to move her shoulders and let it to fall to the floor. She knew Ron was telling her the truth. She was also afraid of the answer to her next question, but she had to know. "Why did you want to hide them from me?"

"Because KP, I was afraid that if you knew I'd been getting hurt, you would've stop letting me come on missions with you, like you said you would after I had my appendix removed. I couldn't have that. So I learned how to do my own first aid and such. Mom found out about the makeup and she agreed to help me by showing me how to apply it to hide them until they were healed all the way. I think she was more relieved because she thought I was using it for some other reason."

"Well Kim," she thought to herself. "you go exploring and you might find out some things about yourself too. Some thing that you don't like." Yeah, knowing that Ron was getting hurt, she probably would have tried to do something. What that would have been she didn't want to think about now. What would that have done to their friendship? What would that have done to their love? Would she even be alive today without Ron, who had saved her life several times during their adventures?


All of these questions went through her in a matter of seconds and the answers came to her in less time. Ron, who
had gone through several kinds of pain and kept quiet about it, just to be near her, had asked her to do something tomorrow. Something that she didn't know if she could do. Well, she knew now that she could and would do it. Because Ron had asked her. Because he trusted her. Because he loved her. But tonight was still their night.

"Ahh KP. You're not mad are you? About me keeping those things from you?" he asked. He still had his eyes closed like she asked him to do.

"No. I'm not mad. At least not at you." she said as she went back to kissing the scars on his back.

"Well then, can I open my eyes now?"

As Kim stood back up, she ran her hands around Ron's hips, allowing her little fingers to sink underneath the waist band of his underwear. When her hands met around his stomach, she brought them up and pressed them onto his chest. At the same time her hands were doing that, her breasts were rubbing against his back as she stood and whispered in his ear, "Not yet." lightly biting his earlobe before she then kissed his neck.

Ron's breathing was getting ragged again and the little tremors started in his body. He stated to mentally calm himself when Kim bit his other ear saying, "Uh-uh. I want to know 'you.' Not what you know how to do." Her hands then dipped below his waistband again and started massaging his upper thighs and pubic area.

Ron moaned and swallowed a couple of times, trying to regain the ability of speech. When he did his voice didn't sound to very solid. "Kim, I'm not going to last very long at this rate unless I..."

"Then I will have learned something else about you. And that would be a good thing too." Just then her left hand pulled his boxers down to expose his hardon to the cooler air. Her right hand grabbed it and worked it's length up and down a stroke, lifting it so when her left hand joined the right on Ron's cock, the waistband snugged back up under his balls to give them a little pressure there. "But I think you will last as long as we need."

"Kiiiiimmm?" he said again, the pleading unmistakable in his voice this time.

Her left hand released him and came up to his chest to squeeze his left nipple, as her right gripped his cock. She licked the inside of his right ear and said, "Not yet."

She moved around to stand in front of him, never releasing her right hand, letting her left linger against his skin as she walked around him. When she stood in front of him she undid the snap on her jeans and let them and her panties fall. Steeping out of them she kicked them off to the side and knelt down in front of him. Releasing him, she finished pulling his boxers off of him, while letting her hair brush against his manhood and balls. She then started kissing the insides of his thighs lightly holding his cock. As she neared his scrotum she could smell his Ron-ness. Not a bad or unpleasant smell. Just a headie smell that was, as much Ron, as his face was his.

It was then that she realized that she was getting drunk off Ron's body. The musk from his testicles snapped her back to realize that. She was so aroused from touching him that she felt like she was going to cum just from holding him. Her other hand moved to start "touching herself," to relieve her tension. When she looked up at Ron's face, she saw he was biting his lower lips, trying to hold back. His knees were threatening to give out at any time. Looking at his hard-on in her hand, she thought, " Not yet." She wasn't finished.

Using his 'handle,' she turned him so his back was facing the bed. He was now only about two feet from the it's edge.

"Mapping" Ron's member, she looked at the skin, the bumps, how the veins ran and throbbed. The pulse of it was almost hypnotic. The more she watched the pulse, the more she felt her body melding with it, matching it. Three. For some reason, she knew it was a beat of three.

She blew on it and saw it bounce up, trying to find something. Trying to find?

Her!

She kissed the head and heard Ron yell her name as his body went rigid. The pulse changed.

"Now! " she thought.

She covered the head with her mouth and felt a gush hit the back of her throat followed by two more. The hot, salty fluid that was Ron. It felt so right, but the tempo was wrong. At the first sign of his body starting to relax, she deep throated him in one swift motion. Using her tongue to wash the base, she swallowed slowly three times. Her throat muscles massaged and milked him at the same time. She couldn't see them but Ron's eyes opened wide as he felt the new sensations and knew that he was coming again and falling backward. He didn't care about the falling. The ground would stop him sooner or later.

As Ron fell back, she moved quick enough to make sure that she didn't loose him. His second wave went down her throat without loosing a drop. Her gag reflex never acted up at all. It was all a part of his rythym. Their tempo.

But it still wasn't right, even though he laid in her bed twitching and having aftershocks from his back to back orgasms. She released him from her throat and started kissing and licking his scrotum, her hand working his deflating cock as best she could. Her cool, silky hair was draped across him, adding anouther stimlus to his neither region. "Come on Ron," she thought as she pumped him. "Time to find out if you "learned" how to avoid waiting, or if it's a part of you."

The power of speech was still beyond Ron at the moment. His body had gone almost numb from the two huge orgasms that he had just had. He almost thought he'd heard music as he was falling, but all he wanted, was to tell Kim that he loved her and would make it up to her because she hadn't cum.

But somewhere there was a spark in his groin that was being fanned back into life. His breathing was getting stronger and deeper as the spark became a fire ready to engulf him again. His last cognitive thought was "Kim still has the helmet on."

Looking down at his knees, he saw her looking him in the eyes with the same lustful stare that his now had. Never breaking that eye contact, she climbed up on the bed and straddled him. Reaching down between them, she found his now re harden cock and positioned it at her entrance. Rubbing it against her, she smiled as her lower lips opened and her own juices covered it in an instant. As she straightened her body to align herself with Ron's 'missile,' he reached up, and grabbed her breasts.

"Now." she said to him.

She meant to impale herself on Ron and ride him to a mutual orgasm. Ron's body didn't see it that way. When she started down, Ron started up, burring himself as much was possible in her and then lifted her up again. When they met, the sudden fullness she felt, Ron squeezing her tits and the jolt that went through her clit, triggered her orgasm. She screamed his name as he held her up, straddling him, while waves of pleasure washed over her. Only his head was touching the bed at that point and only his toes were touching the floor.

As he lowered her down, his right hand moved to her ribcage and his left to her ass, he pulled her upper half towards the head of the bed. Fearing that he meant to pull out of her, she cried "Nooooo." just as he pushed back and lifted her up again, ramming himself back into her. The jolt was twice as much this time because she wasn't expecting it. She wasn't sure if it was a second orgasm or a continuation of the first. All she knew was that she was hearing music as her body went through orgasmic convulsions suspended in the air on Ron's manhood.

How long he held her there, she didn't know, but when she started feeling motion again, it was slower and gentler. Opening her eyes, she saw Ron, laying on the bed and gently lifting her up and down as he moved himself in and out of her. Using her knees and bracing her hands on his chest, she started moving herself, to match the rhythm that he had set. As the feeling returned to her legs and hips, she started to pick up the pace a little. Ron smiled and matched her stroke for stroke. A silent "Ahhh," formed on her face. She leaned back a little to change the angle of his penetration and to relieve some of her back muscles. Ron's hands moved to rub her tummy and then up to her breasts, to tease her nipples. Her own sweat allowed his hands to glide over her skin effortlessly. He started to add a little grind to his hip action when they came together, that was having it's effects on her again. She picked up the pace again and included a little grinding of her own. This time it was Ron's turn to "Ahhhh." but his wasn't silent.

The pace of their lovemaking, as well as the volume of their sounds, increased, neither of them aware of who was setting it anymore. Neither caring. Both wanting the same release for the other as well as themselves. When it came, they came together. Both frozen in position as they screamed out the other's name and their own pleasure. Her body collapsed on his and they kissed while trying to regain their breath, Not being able to do both, she rolled of to his side, holding him as tight as he held her. While they caught their breath, they were breathing in each 'other' as the sweat left them as their bodies cooled.

Kim opened her eyes first and looked at the man next to her. She tried to think of the words to tell him how much she loved and trusted him. About how sorry she was for things that she had said and done in the past that had hurt him. And about how much better it would be for them in the future, but the right words eluded her. She had to tell him. And then when Ron's eyes opened, they made contact and it was like looking into each other's souls. Words that had never been spoken, would never need to be between them. They both knew what the other was feeling because it was the same thing they were feeling themselves. They kissed, a nice warm and loving kiss. She snuggled into his shoulder and rested her head there, putting her hand on his chest near his heart.

"Kim? Did you hear music? When we were making love?" he asked as his eyes started to close.

"Yes. I heard our music." she answered as fatigue started to overtake her. "And I know we are going to defeat Monkey Fist tomorrow."

"Oh? And how do you know that?" he asked as sleep had almost taken him.

"Because I know now that we can do anything, so long as we are together. You and me." she said as she closed her eyes.

Only half awake, Ron replied with a yawn, "Funny. I could have told you that years ago."