After being friends for so long and sharing so many adventures together, Kim finally decided to show Ron the real reason that she always left her stomach exposed. She waited until after cheer practice, when all the other girls had changed, then called Ron over to the locker room.
"Ron," she waved, "Come in here. There's something I need to show you."
"Just a minute, Kim. I need to wash out the Mad Dog's head. It's chock full of naco right now. Don't ask how."
"I can help you with your canine crisis later," Kim insisted, "Right now, I need you to come in here with me."
"The girls locker room?" Ron gasped, "Kim, if you need me to look at a pimple, we can do it out here. Don't be ashamed. I get em all the time."
"Ron, just get over here!"
"Alright," Ron set down the mascot head, "But if we get caught together, it's because the team shoved me in your locker and you were helping me get out, okay?"
"Fine, seriously," Kim huffed.
She grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him inside as soon as he got to her, shutting and locking the door behind them. Ron staggered over to the benches clumsily, plopping down to face her as Kim turned and let out a small breath. She stalked towards him with a small grin.
"Alright, Ron," she said, "A bet's a bet. Just do it quick. I've got like an avalanche algebra to burn through."
"What?" Ron asked, staring at her as she approached him, "Oh, wait! You mean the naco bet? Loser has to kiss the winner's tummy and buy lunch for a week? That was meant for Rufus!"
"Nice try, Stoppable, but this tummy packed in more nacos than both of you," Kim smiled, arching her back and pushing her bare belly towards his face, "And now you, oh former champion, owe the victor a kiss."
Ron turned red as Kim's slender stomach hovered in front of him. Kim knew they had only been joking about the bet, but it was as good a pretense as any. The direct approach would definitely freak him out and she wanted this to work out. Seeing his freckled face blushing make her quiver just a bit. He was cute when he was scared, she thought. Hopefully he wouldn't be too terrified when it was all over. He stayed seated on the bench as she gently slid one hand behind his neck and playfully lifted her short crop top to emphasize her intention. Ron's eyes darted from her belly to her face as though he expected her to laugh and stop him at the last moment.
"Scared much, Ron?" Kim teased, "It's not like my belly button's going to open up and swallow you whole. Just kiss it. So not the drama."
Ron gave her an odd look as though he almost suspected something. Kim smiled, showing her perfect white teeth, green eyes flashing as her abdominal muscles began to twitch with anticipation. Ron leaned forward and she took a slow breath, preparing herself...

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