End
"I'll be out back, Mom!" Tommy called as he bounded out the kitchen door. The sun had just set, the stars were coming out, and the evening was cool; still, the Green Ranger felt the need to be outside, and headed for the tree in the far corner of the yard. It was his favorite place to daydream.
He made himself comfortable, though the ground was still damp from the morning's storm. His gi would be soaked, but he didn't care. Nor did he notice how much his body ached from the Samurai Fan Man's assault. He leaned back against the tree trunk, closed his eyes and emitted a happy little sigh.
This may have been the worst day of Kimberly's life, but for him... it had been one of the better ones!
It all started first thing that morning at school. He'd spied Kim in the hall by the lockers looking like something the cat dragged in: soaking wet, mud spattered... and obviously not pleased about the situation. However, she had managed a smile for him that set his pulse into overdrive. Or perhaps the two very stiff knots pressing against the bodice of her dress, begging to be noticed, had been the culprits. He realized that the Pink Ranger was cold and wet, but part of him wanted to believe that maybe he'd been responsible for her tits being hard. He wondered if she'd caught his reaction to her.
Whatever the cause, thoughts of her taut little nipples and what he'd like to do to them had him riding a distracting slow burn all day long. He could hardly wait until after school when he was to walk Kimberly home.
Unthinkingly, Tommy rubbed his burgeoning erection as he recalled their trek through the park --mainly, how wonderful it felt to have Kim in his arms. She'd tripped. He'd caught her, and it seemed as if time had stopped as he stared down into her eyes and basked in the glow of her smile.
Man, I should have kissed her, the Green Ranger mused ruefully. The set up had been perfect, and Lord knows he had wanted to badly enough. Yet, he had simply smiled back and helped her up. Still, he remembered how good she felt... how soft...
"I never know what's going to happen next," she had commented, and Tommy felt like kicking himself for chickening out.
He hadn't thought things could get better (after all, Kim had wound up trapped in a bottle, and he'd wound up unconscious), but when he saw Kim as she entered Billy's garage after cleaning up from her ordeal... whoa! All he could do was stare. He'd never seen her in a dress like that. While the sheath wasn't skin-tight, it had fit her close, showing off her curves very nicely. And the way she walked... not with her usual perky bounce but with a sort of sway to her hips --more sexy than schoolgirl.
She had stood so close to him as they watched the news... practically touching. He could feel her warmth... smell her fragrant shampoo.... When the Blue Ranger's television suddenly blew up, Kim had jumped into him. He wished now that he would have wrapped his arms around her to help steady her; it would have been a good excuse. However, if he had held her one more time, he probably wouldn't have let her go --even if all the other Rangers were watching.
Tommy shivered, recalling the way she had brushed against him. He'd gotten a major boner the moment he laid eyes on her, so she had to have felt it; although the thought was kind of embarrassing. The lanky Ranger sighed again and slowly released the sweet memory. He suddenly realized that he had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking himself. The practical part of his brain told him that the backyard was no place to be jerking off, but his cock was telling him not to stop, that no one could see him behind the tree.
For several moments, he savored the friction of his fist around the length of his rod, a small moan escaping. This wasn't a Power trip,' so there was no need to bother Jason or the other guys. He was glad. This was something he wanted to take care of himself --or better yet, have Kimberly take care of (if he could ever work up the nerve to ask her).
Jason, Billy and Zack had talked often enough about their petite friend: what she looked like naked, her talented mouth, the things she liked while having sex.... And he had his own ideas and fantasies about the pretty Pink Ranger.
If Kim and I had been alone in Billy's garage.... he began wistfully. He knew exactly what he'd have liked to have done. First, kiss her. Hard. He wanted to wrap his tongue around hers in a hot duel. He wanted to slowly explore every inch of her sweet mouth. He wanted the kiss to go on and on until neither one of them could breathe.
And while Kim was in his arms, he'd slide the zipper of her dress down and slowly peel her out of her garment. Next, he'd remove her bra, leaving her in nothing but her panties. Then he'd see for himself her awesome tits. He'd touch them and taste them.... The guys had told him how sensitive her breasts were and how hot playing with them made Kim. Tommy wanted desperately to be able to make her moan and wriggle and beg for more!
His mouth fairly watered with the thought of one of those wonderful mounds... of being able to lick and suck and nibble on her pebble hard nipples. Tommy tugged harder at his rigid pole in his excitement.
While he wanted to do right by the girl of his dreams, he also hoped that his actions would get her as revved as Jason claimed, because he really wanted to feel her mouth on his dick.
If you think Jase is good at sucking cock.... Zack had hinted.
Tommy wanted to find out for himself. He could just see Kim slithering out of his embrace, shimmying down his body, taking pants and underwear with her. His tool would be absolutely throbbing, twitching in anticipation. He'd glance down to see her smiling up at him, a devilish twinkle in her eyes as she wrapped her small-but-strong hand around his hot rod. It was almost enough to make him come!
She'd lick her lips hungrily, glimpsing the precome oozing from the tip of his prick. With her thumb, she'd spread it about the soft cap... maybe even spread some on her lips! She'd caress him slow and sure, exploring every inch --even reaching down to fondle his oh-so-full balls. Then, she'd lick him, using long strokes.... He'd seen her eat an ice cream cone once when she was pretty horny; the image played back in his dreams for days. The thought of her doing that to his cock about blew his mind and had blissful shivers running down his spine.
But the ultimate would be when she opened wide and took him into her mouth. Tommy sucked in a sharp breath. Those soft, sassy lips wrapped around his dick... sliding up and down... her tongue dancing all around, teasing his glans, tonguing his balls... maybe even slurping his nuts into her mouth and humming on them.
Tommy moaned gutturally and the pace of his strokes quickened. Fantasizing about the wonders of Kim's mouth had a million volts of ecstatic electricity shooting from his groin to every corner of his body. How much better would the real thing be?
Kim's mouth all hot and wet... her soft, fawn brown eyes gazing up at him.... Then, her eyes would flutter closed as she began sucking and pumping furiously, and it would be his turn to close his eyes and surrender himself to the utter bliss of her blowjob. He could almost feel himself melting before the heat of her fire. He could feel every sensation in his body being drawn into the head of his dick, building to a monster explosion.
"K-Kim...." he stammered as if in warning, but she wouldn't pull away. His hands would reach down to brace the back of her head as his hips snapped forward uncontrollably.
"Uuhhhnnnn!"
He came harder than he'd ever had, imagining he was shooting his load down Kimberly's throat. However, when his sense stopped reeling. Tommy found himself with a sticky hand and something of a mess on his gi trousers.
With a sigh that was only partially self-chiding, he tucked his spent cock back into his pants and tugged his tanktop down over the stains. While he might be able to hide the wet spot from his mother's watchful eyes, there was nothing he could do about the silly grin plastered on his face.
"Tommy... phone!" his mom called out, cutting through his euphoria.
The Green Ranger scrambled to his feet, a spring in his step as he bounded across the yard. "Who is it?"
"Kimberly."
As his strides lengthened, the lovely Miss Hart's words from early that morning came back to him.
"Well, you know, anything could happen," she had cautioned him.
"I'll take my chances," had been his reply. And he would. Soon.