KYLE
I don't mind Kenny being left alone because I know he won't go snooping. Wendy fixes a plate this time around grabbing a beer before sitting in the living room. Stan fixes himself a plate while I go to the loveseat I know he is going to sit on.
"This food is really good," says Wendy. "I must get this caters card." Stan does this nervous chuckle as he sits beside me. I lay down in his lap staring at Wendy. "How are you? I don't hear from you as much."
"I've been busy," explained Stan. "Fixing up the house and I have begun to look for a new job."
"Really?" she questioned. "I thought you liked your job." She takes a bite of potato skin with cheese and small bites of bacon.
"I do," replied Stan. "The commute is a killer, to be honest. I'm thinking of doing contract work maybe. I could actually get paid more if I build a name for myself."
"Will you be okay doing that?" asked Wendy. "I know you don't want to blow through the rest of your money." That is none of her concern. I have already begun to work on Stan's profile, websites, and social media. Seeing that we're out here in the country he could possibly do very well. I'm hoping he builds a good reputation with local businesses close by, so he won't have to travel so far.
"I will be fine Wendy," says Stan. "Don't worry so much."
"Okay," says Wendy tilting her head to the side. "Are you seeing anyone Stan?" I sit up upon her question. What is Stan going to say? Kenny comes down the stairs into the main room.
"God this house must have cost you a lot," he says walking into the kitchen. "I didn't know you were so into décor."
"I have my moments," laughs Stan. "Yeah, I am seeing someone Wendy." I meow because I didn't think he would say he was seeing anyone.
"You are?" questioned Kenny making his way over with a beer and plate piled high with food. Although he makes a decent living but still likes to eat as if he will never see food again. Stan blushes.
"Yeah," he replies. "It's hard to explain it's kind of long distance."
"Long distance?" says Kenny. "God I couldn't do that."
"How did you meet?" asked Wendy. "How old is she? What does she do for a living? Is she…."
"Whoa slow down," says Stan. "I feel like I'm being interrogated." Wendy blushes.
"Sorry I was just curious," she says. "I mean you haven't mentioned seeing anyone."
"I wanted to wait," says Stan. "Tweek and Craig know."
"Seriously!" exclaimed Kenny. "How do they know before me?" He shovels food into his mouth as we hear the door. Stan looks relieved getting up to go to the door.
"Why the fuck do you live so far!" exclaimed Cartman walking inside.
"Well hello to you too," says Stan closing the door. Cartman hands Stan his coat not bothering to put on the coat rack himself.
"This place looks so gay," he says looking around. I meow glaring at him.
"You hurt Ky feelings," jokes Kenny. "The place is great."
"At least I have a house," says Stan. "What the fuck you got?" Cartman is stuck knowing damn well he doesn't have a house.
"Food looks awesome," he states changing the subject. Fucking idiot. He starts piling up his plate as well. "So looks like I'm getting a bonus this quarter at work. I'm thinking of getting a new car."
"You don't need a new one," says Wendy. "You can do what you want though."
"That's right!" exclaimed Cartman. "I will do what I want when I want!" I lay down on the loveseat as Stan sits down. I can feel my body becoming tired. The main thing I hate about being in cat form. I get sleepy often making me feel like a pregnant woman. I try to keep my eyes open but fail. I wake up to see Stan going upstairs and someone is holding me. I look up to see Tweek. I don't know what is going on but I decide to close my eyes pretending to be sleep. Not hard to do with Tweek petting me.
"Your house is so pretty," says Tweek getting to the office.
"Thanks," says Stan. "You wanted to talk."
"Yeah," says Tweek petting me. I can feel him setting down. "How are things going with your guy?" What? What did he tell him? I don't like the sound of this as Stan is walking on dangerous grounds.
"Things are going great!" exclaimed Stan. "I'm more in love now than I was then." I have to hold in a meow as it makes me so happy to hear that.
"Did you read the book?" asked Tweek. "I'm sure your boyfriend is very happy in the bedroom." Stan laughs.
"I read the book and yes he is happy," replies Stan. Does he talk to Tweek about sex? I have so many questions. "Speaking of I need to give that back to you…."
"Don 't worry about that right now. Is he going to be moving in with you?" asked Tweek. "I remember Craig tried to maintain his independence yet he couldn't sleep at night without me. Don't tell him I told you that."
"Your secret is safe with me," chuckles Stan. "I just told my friends about him somewhat….I didn't get a chance to tell them it's a man, not women."
"You don't have to," says Tweek. "Will he be here tonight?"
"No," says Stan. "In spirit yes. I told my friends it's a long-distance thing. I don't want them to meet him."
"Why not?" asked Tweek sadly.
"I have a good reason," says Stan. "It's not because I'm ashamed him, I promise you that. I can't go into details."
"I believe you," says Tweek. "I know you love him very much. Long as you're happy that is all that matters. I hope he will see your home one day."
"Oh he will," says Stan allowing me to picture that goofy grin on his face.
"Anything you want to ask me before we head back downstairs," says Tweek raising up.
"No, I'm good over here now," says Stan. "It's always nice to talk to you. I feel like you aren't too nosy about my boyfriend."
"He sounds like a great guy," says Tweek. "He sounds like he is in love with you, you're in love with him. It's hard enough finding people to be friends with but finding someone you love, your soulmate, it's a rare opportunity." I can certainly see why Stan chooses to talk to Tweek. Almost makes me wish I spoken to him more often before I died.
"Can I take Ky?" he asked.
"Sure," says Tweek handing me to Stan. I choose then to open my eyes gazing at him. Stan blushes before shifting his eyes.
"I'm going to run to the restroom," explains Stan. "I will be right down."
"Sounds good," smiled Tweek. Stan walks into the bedroom locking the door before sitting me on the bed. He leans in kissing me quickly. Soon as I can see my hands I wrap my arms around him burying my face into his shoulder. I want everyone to leave now. I want to be with Stan, I want to make love to him right now. Stan kisses my neck causing me to moan.
"Umm…." I groan. "Stan this is a risk, having me in human form."
"I locked the door," explained Stan. "Everyone is downstairs and we're not speaking loudly." He starts blushing. "You were awake, weren't you?"
"Yes….." I tell him blushing myself. "God….you love me so much…"
"We love each other so much," he says grabbing my hand. I stare at Stan remembering Wendy.
"Stan Wendy wants to date you again," I replied.
"I know," says Stan.
"You knew?" I asked confused.
"Of course," chuckled Stan. "I use to date her, I know the signs. I'm not an idiot. It's one of the reasons I had to tell her I'm in a relationship." I begin to smile knowing he knew the whole time. "If I didn't she would keep coming on to me."
"I love you," I tell him.
"I love you too Kyle," he says leaning forward kissing my neck. I wrap my arms around him becoming erect. My hands become tangled in his hair as I moan.
"Stan….."
"I want you so bad right now…." he mutters into my ear.
"Later….." I tell Stan kissing him. Stan moans kissing me back, within seconds I turn back into a cat. I hop down off the bed but I very wobble with the lust still dancing in my body. "Are you okay?" Stan picks me up and I meow full of desire, his hands feel so good on my fur. "I'm going to have to pet you for the rest of the evening, aren't I?" I meow knowing Stan will certainly stroke my fur, I can't wait until he is stroking my dick.
