Kenny's POV
1
The random event that started a bunch of other random events
I woke up when the sun started to beam through the blinds. I couldn't remember a single there about the previous night; not even where I was or how I got there. Soft, cottony bed sheets were draped over me, and there was someone behind me spooning against my back. I wanted to turn my head and look to see who, but my head hurt so bad, a hangover, that I couldn't bear to.
Fingertips ran over my chest, and a hand squeeze.
'Kenny, are you awake?'
That was Stan's scruffy voice. I felt comforted, since I trusted him with me.
'Kenny?'
'Yeah…' I finally mumbled.
'Some night, last nig\ht…wasn't it?' Stan asked.
'I don't know…' I answered with a sigh. 'I don't remember.'
'Really? That's too bad.'
'Yeah…'
Stan nuzzled against the crook of my neck. For some reason, the fact that we were both naked seemed to bother me a little.
'Did we have sex?' I asked anxiously, really wishing that we had.
'Yeah, a couple times.'
'Aw, man…why can't I remember?'
'Dude, you were totally tripping balls. I'm surprised if you even know who I am.'
'Of course I do.' I turned around slowly, feeling a bit dizzy, and put my arms around Stan. I moved as close to him as I possibly could, and slowly ran my fingers over his back. 'You're Stan. I can't possibly forget that. And my God. Your penis…'
'Okay, that's enough.' Stan interrupted. He kissed me on the nose. 'If you need to get some more sleep, go ahead.'
'Nuuuuu.' I whined. 'I don't want to go back to sleep. I can't enjoy you if I'm sleeping.'
'That's a good point.' Stan said. He put his arms around me. I kissed him.
'Do you know where we are?' I asked.
'Not exactly…'
I ignored his answer, and continued to bask in the satisfaction of his well-toned body. It seemed like such an incredible contrast, his body and mine. I was so small, thin and pale. And Stan was so…big.
I suddenly started to remember what we had done last night. How many people were with us? Or was it just me and Stan? That I didn't know. I was doing some sort of drug, and we were both drunk. Yeah, there was someone else there. It couldn't have been Kyle, it would have gotten too jealous when me and Stan went off together. I think it actually was Craig. Or, maybe even Cartman.
No, it wasn't Cartman. That's right, he had been out all night, but he'd be back the next day. Didn't he say he'd be home the next time? Maybe not. Actually…
We had snuck into his house, and…
The door opened.
'God damn it you guys!'