Half-way through the Halloween party, I had to keep telling myself over and over that Stan would be back. He wouldn't forget me. I tried watching some of our classmates bob for apples while hanging out with Kyle and Cartman. Those two wouldn't stop fussing over me, and every now and then they would throw disgusted looks at anyone who dared to insult me. I can't believe anyone could be so disrespectful. I was pretty used to being ripped on for being poor, but it's never been this bad before. It's almost like people were determined to punish me for dating Stan Marsh.
These thoughts infuriated me so much that it made me want to kick something. Instead I went over to a nearby table and helped myself to junk-food in a pathetic attempt to distract myself. I was busily piling up cookies on my plate when I heard a group of girls chatting nearby. I wasn't paying attention to them at first until I heard one of them say my name. I looked over and began listening in to their conversation they were having.
"Can you believe it? Not only is Stan Marsh gay but he's going out with the poorest guy in the 11th grade! It's that Kenny McCormick. Seriously, what was he thinking? A great-looking guy like Stanley doesn't deserve to be seen in the company of someone so sleazy. Stan needs a beautiful, intelligent strong girl that he can be proud to call his girlfriend. It's a real shame that he's saddled himself with that McCormick guy."
"Nah, I don't think it'll last. Stanley Marsh isn't gay. He's probably just bisexual or something. Kenny McCormick is just a fling. Stan will eventually dump him once someone better comes along. That's usually how it works. So don't worry girls, Stan Marsh isn't going to want to date Kenny for long. He'll soon tire of having a troubled oversexed boyfriend who's broke all the time."
The girls continued to gossip about Stan and me like they haven't a care in the world. I stood there and was absolutely stunned at what I just heard. I couldn't believe it… Is that what people really think of me? Now I turned toward the group of girls and was thinking of going over to yell at them. But what would I say? What could I possibly say to convince everyone that I truly loved Stan and wanted to be with him? Thankfully Cartman arrived at my side and grabbed my arm to drag me away before I ended up doing anything drastic.
"Jesus Christ, Kenny… You can be a real pain in the ass sometimes," Cartman lectured me. "Here I am coming to your rescue when I should be sneaking off to the bathroom and getting Kyle to give me that blowjob he owes me. And to top it off, Stan has to go be an asshole and run off with Wendy. I swear, you two douche-bags have done nothing but screw me over."
"What a way to sum it up," I replied sarcastically. "Sorry to spoil your fun, Cartman. I promise I'll stay out of your way for the rest of the night."
Cartman led me back over to where Kyle stood and went over to place an arm around his Jewish boyfriend. Looking over at the dance floor, I saw Stan step away from Wendy after the dance ended. But before he could leave, Wendy seemed to engage him into further conversation. From the looks of it, it wasn't a very pleasant one. Stan looked angry and he was saying something to Wendy in an aggravated manner. When it was over, Stan finally came back over to me in a bad-temper.
"Is everything alright? What was that all about?" I asked him. I reached out to take Stan's hand in mine and noticed that he seemed to hold my hand reluctantly. Something has changed.
"It's nothing," Stan said dismissively. "I'm really sorry about that. This was supposed to be our night together. I totally ruined it." Poor Stan looked guilty and embarrassed. I couldn't bring myself to be mad at him.
"Hey it's okay. I wasn't upset," I lied. "I'm just happy you're here now. We can still have fun."
To prove it, I offered a cookie to Stan. With a teasing smile, he leaned in to bite into the cookie and happily chewed it. Then he held up a cookie for me to have. I also leant in and took the whole cookie into my mouth, followed by licking Stan's fingers with my tongue while smiling sexily. God, I loved these moments. Nothing brought me more pleasure than flirting with Stan and seeing his reaction afterwards. Unfortunately our playful time together didn't last for long…
A girl dressed in a skimpy and very revealing angel costume approached me and it was very obvious that she was drunk. "Hey there you are, Ken-Ken! I've been looking for you. I am so wasted and horny! Whaddya say we head to the janitor's closet and fuck our brains out? And don't worry; I remembered to bring my own condom this time."
"No, I can't…I mean, I'm on a date. I'm not interested at all. You better go out and get some fresh air, Brandy. You're not in your right mind." I've never been so embarrassed in my life.
When the drunken girl Brandy finally left, I dared to sneak a peek at Stan. The expression on his face was hard to read, but I could tell he was greatly bothered by this needless to say. Who could blame him? I regretted all those earlier years where I partied hard, drank a lot, and had sex with girls whose names I could barely remember. Those days were over… I would never follow in the footsteps of my parents. I'm a better person now. But that didn't stop my past from popping up to haunt me now and then. And things kept getting better…
Another girl approached us and she had her eyes set on Stan and hardly seemed to notice me. "Hello Stanley. I see you're alone. Why don't you dance with me? I promise it'll be fun. Would you like that?"
"No thank you. Actually I'm already on a date. I'm here with…uh…um…" Stan looked awkward and uncomfortable. He wouldn't say my name. He wouldn't even look at me. Then I realized it… I wasn't the only one who was feeling insecure here.
When Stan excused himself to go to the bathroom, that's when I followed him. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Once inside the men's room, I grabbed Stan by the arm and made him turn around to look me in the face. "What is going on?" I demanded. "Why wouldn't you tell that girl that you're dating me? Is it really that hard for you to say it?"
"No, that isn't it. It's…well…," Stan mumbled and then stopped. He didn't know what to say to me. This was unacceptable. If we were going to be together, we needed to be able to communicate. Whatever was going on, we needed to address it.
"Be honest with me, Stan. Is it embarrassing for you to be seen with someone like me? Are you starting to have regrets? I'm getting worried. I know you can't stop girls from hitting on you but… I need to know that you're not giving me up. Giving up on us."
"I'm not! But it's also not easy for me to see slutty girls hitting on you too," Stan admitted. "I'm afraid you'll change your mind about me. That you'll want to leave me too. I don't want to have my heart broken again. I can't bear losing you for any reason…"
Stan was getting very emotional that he pulled me in for a hug. It was unfair to call Stan clingy. He was a strong person and always found the fortitude to get through even the toughest obstacles in his life. But that doesn't mean he hasn't suffered for it. I held Stan in my arms and I understood. Who was I to judge? I've been through hardships in my life too. And I was also afraid of losing Stan. The one person who made my life worth living. Now it was time to put these doubts to rest.
I caressed Stan's soft raven-black hair with loving care and comforted him. "I'll never leave you, Stan," I promised. "I'm not going anywhere. You have nothing to worry about. I'm not interested in sleeping with slutty girls anymore. That part of my life is over. For once, I want to experience the joys of being in a relationship with someone I love."
Stan stared into my eyes. "Are you saying you love me?" he whispered in a hushed tone. "We're in a…sort of relationship…aren't we?"
I guess there's no hiding it anymore. We were alone in the bathroom and I didn't care who walked in on us now. "Yes… I've been in love with you for a long time, Stan. I want you to know that there hasn't been a moment where I didn't think of you. I've fantasized about you all this time."
"Show me one of your fantasies…," Stan whispered seductively to me while his arms snaked around my neck and held me prisoner in his embrace. Not that I'd ever want to escape.
I leant in and captured Stan's lips which quickly escalated into a passionate kiss. I used my skillful tongue to gain entrance into Stan's mouth where I savored his exquisite taste. My heart was pounding like thunder that I could hear it. Stan returned the kiss just as eagerly and he turned out to be a great kisser. I pulled Stan's body closer to mines and our embrace tightened. I rubbed myself sensually against him and lowered my hand down to massage Stan's crotch and felt his growing erection. I was so hard and ready…
Things would have gone further if we hadn't gotten interrupted by another couple sneaking into the bathroom for private time. Kyle and Cartman came in and were entwined into each other's arms and were also kissing fervently. However they stopped and looked up to notice me and Stan doing the exact same thing. It was kind of a funny moment as we all stared at one another awkwardly.
"This is our bathroom! Go find someplace else to make-out!" Cartman snapped.
"Why can't you just go to the other bathroom on the west hallway?" Stan argued.
Kyle was studying Stan and me; I guess he could put two and two together. "So…you two are finally together, eh?" He grinned. "I'm glad that everything's worked out for you. I was afraid that there might have been too many problems."
"Not at all. Stan and I have never been closer," I said reassuringly. "Now everyone will know that Stan Marsh is my boyfriend and the one I love. There are no problems." I kissed Stan softly on the mouth and I could die happy right now. Little did I know…? The problems were just beginning.
Just want to thank the Stenny fans for being patient with me. I usually pride myself on getting updates up quickly. Anyway, I'm going to give some readers the chance to catch up with the story before I get in more chapters. Hope you're all enjoying the story so far!