Wow, just wow! Accusing me of plagiarism? Fuck you asshole! If you don't like it and you think my stories are trash, then why are you wasting your time reading and commenting on them? You're the one that needs a life! I'm not going to stop writing this story because you said so! Like I said, if you don't like it, then don't read. To the rest of you, thank you for the kind words!

Chapter 12

Bebe's POV

"You did what?" Wendy's jaw drops. I'm at her house drinking wine and telling her about what went down (no pun intended) between Kyle and me.

"You heard me." I smile.

"How did you even know what to do? You've never done that before."

I shrug. "I've practiced with my dildo. I knew this day would come so I had to be prepared. He even came in my mouth. He tastes so good! It was like candy!"

"I don't want to hear this!" She covers her ears. "He allowed you to do it? I mean, he just stood there and let it happen?"

I smile and nod. "Of course. Did you think he would stop me?"

Wendy frowns. "I can't believe this. Poor Nicole."

"Poor Nichole? This wouldn't have happened to her if she wasn't with my man!"

"He's not your man!"

"He will be once he dumps that trash!"

She sighs. "Bebe, I've always been there for you. I even supported your crush on Kyle! But I can't condone this behavior! I won't!"

I raise my eyebrow. "What are you saying?"

"I don't want to hear anymore about this! What you're doing to Kyle and Nichole is wrong!"

I'm completely taken aback. "What am I doing to them?"

"Well you sexually assaulted Kyle multiple times and you caused him to cheat on his fiancée! Did you forget that Nichole is your friend?"

"She WAS my friend until she attacked me at City Wok!"

Wendy shakes her head. "She didn't attack you! She just wanted you to leave her fiancé alone!"

"I'm the one who should be marrying him! What's so great about Nichole Daniels anyway?" Seriously, I mean, she's not even that cute. She's definitely not good enough for my Kyle!

"Well for one thing, she's not a man stealer!"

I laugh sarcastically. "Very funny!"

"She's a very nice girl! Again, you were friends with her so you know this."

"Maybe someday after Kyle and I are happily married and she finds another man, we can be friends again." I genuinely mean that. I really don't have an issue with Nichole personally, I just have an issue with her being Kyle's fiancée.

"I wouldn't count on it."

"All I have to do is find her a new man and she'll be fine. I mean there's always Stan, he's available now."

"No he isn't!" Wendy snaps.

"You two are back together?"

"No..."

I smile. "Then yes available."

"Stan is off limits!" She's awfully testy about this.

"Wendy, you clearly don't want the man. Let him go with what little dignity he has left."

She looks away from me. "It's not that…"

"Is the dick that great that you can't let him go for good?"

She looks at me and frowns. "I'd rather not talk about it!"

"Oh come on! I'm your best friend and you never share any of your sex stories with me!"

"Because it's private!"

"Pretty soon Kyle and I will do the deed. What if I need some pointers?"

"I'm not the right person to ask." She looks away again.

"Why not? You and Stan have been fucking for years!"

"No we haven't." She downs her glass of wine.

"Really? Okay, months then?"

She lets out a frustrated sigh. "Bebe, Stan and I have never had sex…"

I don't believe that. "What? You guys have been together forever! I walked in on him practically naked in your bed a few weeks ago. What do you mean you've never had sex?"

"I shouldn't say anything." She goes into the kitchen for another glass of wine. I follow behind her.

"Oh no! You can't give me popcorn and say no butter. Now spill it! Why aren't you two having sex?"

She sighs again. "Do you remember when we were kids and Stan couldn't talk to me or kiss me without throwing up?"

I nod. "Yes. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well that problem still exists. Except now it happens whenever we try to have sex."

Just hearing her say that, makes me sick to my stomach. "Oh that's gross! Well that explains why he was covered in vomit when I came to your house last time."

Wendy nods. "Yes! I love him, but that's putting a real strain on our relationship. I mean we've tried everything. We tried with him on a full stomach, an empty stomach, sober, drunk. It doesn't matter, if we even get close enough, he throws up. He'll throw up and then he starts apologizing and crying."

I want to laugh because this is so pathetic, but I feel for my best friend for having to deal with this. "Why doesn't he see a doctor or something?"

"He's too embarrassed to."

"I guess I can understand that. Why do you keep going back to the guy?"

"Like I said, I love him. He's a really great guy and truly my best friend."

"Hey!" I resent that as I'm the one that's truly her best friend!

"You know what I mean. He has that one flaw, but sometimes, it's really hard to get past that. Especially when you keep getting thrown up on!"

"I still think I can solve both of our problems by setting him up with Nichole." I suggest. "They would make a cute couple."

"Oh my God, you just don't get it, do you?" Wendy yells out teary eyed.

"Why are you getting so upset? I think Stan and Nichole deserve each other! They're both with the wrong people!"

Wendy's face turns red. "Okay, I want you to leave! I've had enough. Whatever you have planned for Kyle, I don't want to know about it! As far as Stan goes, leave him alone! Don't you dare try to set him up with Nichole or any other woman!"

"I'm just trying to help!"

"Yeah, yourself! Bye Bebe!" She pushes me towards the front door. She's mad for now, but she'll get over it. She never stays mad at me for long.

Kyle's POV

I decided to pay Kenny a visit again. He's the only person I can talk to about the Bebe crisis I'm going through. "Hey dude. What's up?" He asks when he answers the door.

"I wanted to catch you before you go to work."

"I'm off tonight. Come on in." I follow him inside and we sit down at the kitchen table. He offers me a beer which I decline. "So what's on your mind? Still fantasizing about Bebe?" He starts laughing.

"It's not funny..."

He clears his throat and composes himself. "Sorry. What's going on?"

"Something DID happen between Bebe and me."

"I'm not surprised!" Kenny smirks.

"Kenny this is serious! Bebe gave me a BJ!"

Kenny's eyes widen. "How did you get yourself in that position?"

"I was at the gym taking a shower. She came into the shower and dropped her towel. She kept trying to kiss me saying I owe her for not pressing charges against Nichole. I tried to leave and she grabbed my dick, got her knees and blew me. I tried to stop her, but it felt good. Really good…"

"Wow, this chick is really into you!"

I shake my head in disgust. "I don't get it, why me? She can have any guy she wants, but she wants me."

"Why don't you ask her?"

"I'm keeping my distance from that crazy broad! I feel guilty though." I look down.

"Why? You got a blowie without asking for it! You should be happy."

I glare at Kenny. "I mean, technically it's cheating."

He shrugs. "It is, but whatever. Who cares, you're not married yet."

I look down again. "If Nichole finds out, we probably won't get married at all. She already asked if we can get married in October because of Bebe. She won't admit it, but I know that's the reason. If she finds out I had another encounter with Bebe, she might call the whole thing off."

"There's a simple solution…don't tell her!"

Leave it to Kenny to give "excellent" advice. "Dude, what if she finds out anyway?"

"How?"

"Bebe could tell her!"

Kenny laughs. "Like she would really believe Bebe! I'm telling you dude, don't tell her! In the meantime, keep your distance from Bebe. It's clear you can't resist her advances!"

I nod in agreement. "Trust me, I have no intentions of going anywhere near her. I'm thinking about filing a restraining order."

"How would you explain that to Nichole?"

"Shit, you're right. It would become public record. Fuck!" I'm started to get frustrated.

"If you don't want Nichole to find out, your best bet is to let it go and stay far away from Bebe!"

"I hate that those are my only options. I mean, she sexually assaulted me! She deserves to be punished!"

Kenny shrugs. "It's up to you. If you want to pursue charges, I can help you with that. Just be warned that she can turn this around on you."

I'm lawyer, he should know that I know what I could be up against. "I'm aware of that." I let out a sigh. "I'll let it go."

"You should probably cancel your gym membership since she works there."

"She said yesterday was her last day."

"Well at least there's that. But that doesn't stop her from going to the gym." He has a point.

"I'll just go to Denver to the gym. Cartman and Heidi will have to understand."

"Yeah they will." Kenny nods in agreement.

Monday morning comes around, and I'm starting my first day of work. Dad is showing me around. I don't know why, it's not like I've never been in this office before. "Here's your office. Your paralegal should be here any minute." He informs me. "She's great, I think you two will work well together.

"I wish you would've let me hire my own." I tell him. Or he could've at least let me sit in on the interviews.

"You're going to be busy, I didn't want you to be overwhelmed." Dad sticks his head out the door. "Oh, here she is now. Ms. Stevens, come in and meet my son Kyle." Stevens? It can't be…

In walks Bebe with a huge grin on her face. "Hi Kyle!" My jaw drops.