Man, I'm in a pervy mood today. Anyway, another short smut-ish thing. Reviews make the world go 'round.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.

Chance of Showers

Wendy knocked on the Stevens's door. She and Bebe had agreed to meet here, and then go to the mall. They were having a sale.

Mrs. Stevens opened the door. "Oh, hello, Wendy." It wasn't hard to see where Bebe got her looks from. Mrs. Stevens was, at age fifty, a lot better looking than many thirty-year-olds. Not too bright, though. "Bebe's in the shower."

"How long has she been in there?"

"About ten minutes. Why?"

Damn, Wendy thought. Bebe always took really long showers. Like, forty minutes long.

"I'll just go up to her room, then," Wendy said, with a sigh.

"Have fun," said Mrs. Stevens, cheerfully.

Thirty-four minutes had gone by. Wendy knew, because she had nothing better to do than check her watch. Bebe was smart, but she didn't have any good books in her room. Mostly it was just old copies of Seventeen and Cosmo that Wendy had perused a million times before.

Wendy was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, when Bebe came in. Her long blonde hair was damp and hung loose, and she wore a towel that only barely preserved her modesty.

"Oh, hi, Wendy," Bebe said.

"Hello." Wendy sat up. "Why do you take such long showers? I've been here for like thirty-five minutes."

Bebe blushed. "Well, you know how we have that shower head thingy that you can take off the wall?"

"Yeah. And?" And then it hit her. "Oh, God. That's gross!"

"No, it's not. It's fun."

"Bebe, I don't want to think about you jacking off in the shower."

"You should try it sometime. You just..."

"I know how you do it, I just don't want to."

"Why not? Don't knock it 'til you've tried it." Bebe sat down on her beanbag chair. "Seriously. The mall will still be open when you're done."

"I can't just go in there while you're here!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's weird."

"I'll be drying my hair. I won't hear a thing."

Wendy sighed. "Fine. I'll go get in the shower. But when I'm done, can we go?"

"All right." Bebe got up.

"What're you doing?"

"Going with you."

"No."

"Wendy, you'll just go in there and shower and say that you tried it," she said. And she was right. Wendy had been planning to do just that. "Besides," Bebe said, giving Wendy's butt a squeeze, "I can't let you have all the fun."

Wendy had always wondered about that girl.