Bruises
Author's Note-The boys are 17 in this.
"Stanley honey, you have to be more careful when you're out there playing football." Sharon Marsh told her son as she put an icepack over his black eye. "This is about the 5th bruise you've had in the last two weeks."
"It's my own fault mom."
"Well if this keeps up, I'm going to have to have a talk with your coach."
"Mom, don't do that. The guys will totally rip on me."
"I don't care. I'm just worried about my baby's safety."
"Whatever, I'm going to my room. Kyle should be here in a few minutes to tutor me."
"Ok sweetie." She kisses him on the forehead as he heads up to his room. He sits on his bed and sighs. "Well at least she doesn't suspect anything." He takes out his Trigonometry book and prepares to study, when there's a knock on his door. "Yes?"
"Dude, it's me." He hears his best friend Kyle on the other side of the door.
"Oh…come on in." Kyle enters his room. "So are you ready to get this tutoring session under way?"
"Yeah, you have a lot of catching up to do." He notices Stan's eye. "Dude, what happened to your eye?"
"Oh, I um…got hit by a football during practice."
Kyle examines his eye. "That football gave you quite a shiner."
"Ok, you didn't come over here to discuss my eye!" Stan snapped. "You're here to tutor me in Trigonometry, so let's get started on that."
"All right, I'm sorry…damn." The boys began studying. "Ok, so you're given any two angles and one side C. How do you figure out the third angle?"
"You take A+B+C-" Stan is cut off by the ringing of his cell phone. "Oh shit, it's Wendy. I have to take this."
"Can't you just tell her you're busy and you'll call her back later?"
"No way dude." He leaves his room and goes into the bathroom and closes the door. "Hey babe." He whispers.
"Where have you been? You were suppose to call me when you got home!"
"I'm sorry, Kyle came over to tutor me."
"KYLE IS THERE?"
"Yes, you know he's tutoring me in Trig, remember?"
"We're going to have to find you a new tutor."
"Don't be like that."
"I don't want him tutoring you Stan. You know how I feel about him."
"Yeah, but he's really good, and I have to get my grade up or else I'll get kicked off the football team."
"Get rid of him and get over to my house NOW!"
"Wendy, I really have to study."
"Stan, I expect you to ring my doorbell in the next ten minutes." She hangs up. Stan heads back to his room. "Kyle, you got to go."
"Already?"
"Yeah, I've got to go see Wendy."
"She does realize that you're being tutored right?"
"Kyle, I don't have time to argue with you. I have to go." Stan nervously puts his shoes on and grabs his car keys.
"Dude, are you ok? You're shaking."
"I'm fine, look I've got to go…see yourself out." Stan runs out door.
'Something's not right here.' Kyle thinks to himself.
Later, Stan arrives at Wendy's house. He rings the doorbell and her mother answers it. "Hello Stanley."
"H-hi Mrs. Testaburger, is Wendy home?"
"She's in her room. You can go on up she's been expecting you."
"Ok." Stan slowly heads up to Wendy's room. When he reaches her room he hesitates before knocking on the door.
"Come on in Stanley." Wendy said in a dark voice. Stan entered Wendy's room and closed the door only to receive a slap in the face. "Didn't I tell you to be here in ten minutes?"
"I-I-I g-got stuck in traffic." Wendy slaps him again.
"You're a bad liar you know that! What the hell were you doing with Kyle? Huh? Are you fucking him?"
"NO!" Wendy kicks him in the balls. "Ow! What the hell?" Wendy then slams his head into the wall, causing his nose to bleed.
"Don't you dare take that tone with me! Now why was Kyle at your house?"
"I told you he's tutoring me. Why don't you believe me?"
"I don't Kyle and I don't trust you around him. I know he's in love with you."
"He's straight Wendy."
"That's what he wants you to think. Take your coat off."
"Why?"
"Don't question me, take your FUCKING COAT OFF!" Stan does as he's told. Wendy then rips his t-shirt off. "Good no scratches. You stay away from Kyle and I mean it."
"Wendy, he's my best friend…"
She grabs his balls and squeezes them tight. "Unless you want to lose these, I suggest you do as I say."
"Ok, I'll stay away from him."
"Good boy." She kisses him on the cheek.
"I better get going." He turns to leave, but Wendy grabs his arm.
"You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you." She pushes Stan down on the bed. She begins leaving him trails of kisses down the stomach. She then goes to unzip his pants, but Stan moves her hand.
"Wendy, I can't do this, not now."
"Why? So your little boyfriend Kyle doesn't know you're having sex with your GIRLFRIEND?"
"He's not my boyfriend Wendy."
"Then there's no problem. Now move your hand."
"Wendy, I have to go home." She slaps him.
"SHUT UP! Take it like a man!" She unzips his pants and then pulls down his pants and his underwear. She then takes her own clothes off. Tears begin to form in Stan's eyes.
"Wendy, please don't do this." She slaps him once again.
"Stop being a little bitch! You know you want it, so shut up and let me do this!" She then begins to have her way with him. "Oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! HARDER!" Stan just lies on the bed taking it, still with tears in his eyes. Wendy flips him over on his stomach. She then gets a dildo and begins sticking it up his ass.
"Oh!" Stan cries out.
"I figured that would get you interested. You like it when your boyfriend Kyle does this don't you?" She continues thrusting the dildo in his ass.
"Wendy…oh…for the last time…ah…there's nothing….uh…going on between…oh…Kyle and me."
"I knew it! I fucking knew it, you lying, cheating BASTARD!" She then takes Stan's belt and starts whipping him with it. Stan screams out in pain. "This will teach you to cheat on me." She then takes the belt and wraps it around his neck and begins choking him. "Have you learned your lesson?"
"I…didn't…do anything…" Stan struggles to get out as his face begins to turn red.
"I'll ask again! Have you learned your lesson?" She tightens the belt around his neck. His face is now turning blue.
"Y-yes…"
"Good." She removes the belt from around his neck. "Now get out of here. You need your beauty sleep. I'll see you tomorrow morning when I pick you up for school." She kisses his forehead.