So. Much. Fluff.
It's late.
"What do you mean you still haven't fucked?!"
Kenny McCormick leant against the row of red locked lining the school halls, quickly being hushed by Stan Marsh who was pulling on his 'South Park Cows' Letterman jacket.
"Dude! Shut up!" His blue eyes darted nervously around for any of Wendy's friends, those girls were like harpies.
"I'm just saying you've been together since third grade, how are you not hitting that?" Pattering along behind Stan, Kenny continued to annoy him.
"Well," He stopped, scratching the back of his head as red crawled into his cheeks, "We've done stuff,"
Surreptitiously Kenny sniffed his fingers.
"Fuck you Kenny! That's my girlfriend you're talking about," Stan strode away, his sneakers squeaking on the linoleum.
Kenny laughed and ran to catch up.
"Maybe she's a dyke man!" Stan's response was to push him into a row of locked with a clatter.
Stan had starting working out the first time Wendy dumped him, hoping that it might bring her back. Now, aged seventeen, he was the well-built quarterback for The Cows and by far the most athletic of his friends. He could crush Kenny like a bug if he wanted to.
"Okay, okay, you really need to get laid," Ken threw his hands up in defense, idly rubbing his back he again caught up to Stan.
"Don't you have somewhere you need to be Ken?"
"Art, but I can't be fucked with that today so i thought I'd come watch you do your thing," He rubbed his permanently red eyes, "Plus there's all the girls in short skirts,"
Suddenly Kenny tore off down the hall down to the double doors they had worked towards. He tackled someone at the other end, lifting them over his shoulder with a high-pitched scream and a failing of arms and legs.
"Put me down!" Wendy Testaburger yelled, her tiny skirt had risen up to show off her white gym knickers and her hand clutched two green and white pom-poms that she used to assault Kenny's back.
Finally Kenny released her and she stumbled back with a huff of annoyance. Kenny however, mimed grabbing her breasts and winked.
"Come on Wendy, you've got to start liking me sometime," He growled.
She replied by flipping him off.
Then she caught sight of Stan and a huge grin shone across her face, she pranced down the hall and into his muscular arms.
"So it's fine when he does it," Kenny huffed before darting outside to get a good view of the girls.
Stan lifted Wendy off the ground, swinging her from side to side. Eventually he placed her back on the floor, lifting her chin to place a gentle kiss on her lips. She purred.
"Why are you even friend with him Stan? There are so many more, mature, intelligent people," They began to walk side by side outdoors as they ambled towards the playing field. Stan's arm wrapped tightly around his petite girlfriend's shoulders.
"Leave it Wend, we've been friends since third grade, I love that douche," He laughed as he spotted Kenny already talking to a pair of busty girls by the playing fields, they exchanged worried glances as Kenny insisted that 'no woman was impervious to his charms.' "Besides, he's smarter than you give him credit for."
She shook her head dismissively, raven hair glinting in the sunlight, slicked back into a sporty ponytail.
"Whatever," She sighed. "I'm glad they let us swap gym for practice, more time with you."
They approached the field and she smiled up and him, he leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers, resting his thumbs on the base of her neck with the rest of his hands spilling over her shoulders. Wendy twisted a finger around his belt loop and yanked him closer to her, giggling. Stan fought a wave of 'I'm the luckiest guy in the world' nausea before pecking her gently on her rosy lips, she and him flushed pink.
"It's nearly time for me to go," Stan announced, glancing at his watch and then the field. His coach was poised with a whistle in his mouth, beckoning him over with exaggerated hand gestures.
Stan turned back to Wendy, she was leaning forward, tying the lace of her white tennis shoes. Stan's eyes trailed longingly from the nape of her neck, over the curve of her back to rest at the orbs of her ass. He sighed.
Wendy straightened out and he snapped back to reality, he rolled off his jacket and swung it round her shoulders, enveloping her in a sporty cocoon. Using the jacket lapels her pulled tighter and she gravitated towards him, smashing his lips against her in a passionate and fiery 'good-luck' kiss.
Then, he ran onto the pitch, sparing one last look at Wendy as she jumped up and down, her small perky breasts going with her and kicked a long, tan, leg up in the air, shaking her 'pom-poms' enthusiastically.
He really was the luckiest guy in the world.