Oh Dee you make me so happy...So I shall give you taco flavoured kisseeeees. It will be so gooood.
Dear God Dee. We broke each other. Ah well, this one is for you again.
UM this particular fanfic is based off of my story Upside Down. So...yeah.
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Thick smoke hung in the air. Cartman smirked, glad his mom wasn't home. The stench and color would have instantly alerted her to the fact that they were all sitting around smoking dope. He took a hit off the bong, passing it to the Jew beside him.
Kyle sighed before taking his own hit. He didn't do this often, but when he did, he fucking enjoyed it. His eyes slid over the two boys in front of him, and he leaned back to palm his groin. Fuck he was hard.
Clyde shifted cautiously. "Dude, promise no pictures." He stared at his brother, lips curved into a frown.
"No pictures." Eric nodded, leaning back with Kyle. They were sitting on the love seat. The couch and living room table were pushed far into the corner, leaving plenty of room for the other two occupants of the house.
"Butters are you –"
Eric interrupted Clyde with a snort. "Marjorine."
Clyde sighed softly and shook his head. "Marjorine, are you sure you're okay with this?" He corrected himself, rolling his eyes at his slightly older twin.
"W-well I'm fine Cly-"
"Clementine."
"I'm fine Clementine..." Marjorine corrected herself, shifting nervously. Her hands tugged at the edge of her blue skirt, trying to tug it down a bit further. Eric had picked the shortest one he could find.
It was sky blue, with a plunging neckline. Marjorine didn't know the purpose of that, considering as she didn't have any breasts, but that was fine. If Eric and Kyle liked it on her, that was all that mattered. The skirt was short, barely covering the swell of her bottom.
She had a matching training bra and panty set on underneath. Her socks were knee high and lacy white. The little black dress shoes had been kicked off well over half an hour ago.
She looked at Clementine and smiled at the other 'girls' dress.
It was powder pink, and she knew Clementine hated it. It was tight in the top, and had no back at all. The skirt part flared out and was so damn short, she could see the sparkly pink lace panties underneath.
Breathlessly, Marjorine giggled. She reached out, fingers curling around the edge of Clementine's skirt. She pulled it up to get a full view of that pretty ass.
Click.
Flash.
"God dammed! Eric I said no cameras!"