"Hey, hey Wendy." I said, poking her cheek. "You're a man so you can't do anything about this."
Her face was contorted with anger at that undeniable truth.
We were on the plane now, and I was up close and personal with Wendy. That alone would be a fun time.
"Now you can't be a feminist because you're a dude!"
"Men can be feminists..." She replied quietly, looking too tired to argue. "I'm going to sleep now."
Just like that, she was out cold. I decided to hit the hay, too. Only pretending to, of course. Not like I was actually gonna miss a sleep-talker in action.
Wait a minute, she isn't talking. This is lame! I guess I'll sleep for real, then...
When I woke up, Wendy was still dead asleep. Bleary-eyed, I felt several sensations. I looked at Wendy, and her hands were all over me! I know puking is Stan's thing, but seriously, I wanted to do it too! Let's start by listing all the places she's touching me. Her head was on my shoulder; her right arm was draped over my shoulder. The left hand, however, was a different case. It was squeezing my right boob; that good feeling washed over me again. What is it with boobs and feeling good when squeezed? As if to answer my question, she squeezed harder... I moaned lightly with pleasure.
Wendy started to speak. This should be good.
"Oh, Cartman... you're so cute when you moan..." Wendy was grinning slightly.
I decided to talk to her, it was then that I noticed her getting a boner. I started to giggle, yes, like a girl.
Wendy woke up, and I pretended to go back to sleep, keeping my eyes open just slightly. She was looking at me with slightly hungry eyes; I'm am so hot! She then looked at herself, realizing her very compromising hand placements; this was my cue to 'get up'.
"Nnngh...why do I feel something warm on my body?" I said, feigning fatigue. "Wendy, why is your hand...?"
She immediately swiped her hands away from me, face painted red with embarrassment. "I, uh, I... I have to use the bathroom!"
She hastily got out of her seat, Bebe followed her; they are still girls after all, with their private talks and everything. I took this as an opportunity to listen to the crypticness of girls through a bathroom door.
"Bebe, these feelings are resurfacing again." Wendy said. "They're much more obvious this time!"
"What feelings, Wendy?" Bebe asked. "You can't be talking about..."
A long pause between the next sentence.
"No way...it's happening again, I can't talk to you."
"Bebe, please! I have no one else to turn to!"
This was way more entertaining than the stupid clouds, that's for sure. Why do I find gossip entertaining now!?
"Dude, what are you doing?" Stan appeared out of thin air.
Goddammit, Stan! I thought.
"N-nothing, just waiting for the 'girls' to get out of the bathroom."
This set off a commotion in the stall.
"They're onto us!" Bebe said
"Bebe! Get out of here, we'll talk later!" Wendy said back.
They busted out of the door immediately, looking very flustered.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to take a dump." I proclaimed. "At least that'll be easy enough to figure out."
"O...kay then?" Stan proceeded to get as far away from me as possible.
Locking myself in the bathroom, I finally had the chance to think about what the 'girls' were saying. For instance, what did Wendy mean 'again'? It's happened before? Who does she like? Isn't she with Stan? I have to tell him! Unless...no. She wants to kiss me again!? This just put a wrench in my plans...
A/N: Hello, everyone! There's a callback to a few SP episodes (Heck, the title itself is a callback!) in this fic, forgot to mention that. This one's callback is "Chef Goes Nanners". Please watch it for why there's implied shipping. Thanks! Also, my update schedule is a little wonky lately, so apologies for that as well!