KYLE
18 YEARS LATER
"I can't believe Ike is having another baby!" I exclaim sitting on the bed.
"I wonder if he will have a girl this time around," says Stan looking at himself in the mirror. Ike really wanted Karen to have a girl but she ended having the cutest little boy who looked more like Karen and Kenny than Ike. "God, I think I see a gray hair."
"Stan…,"I say softly. He is so worried about us getting older. I have to admit being in cat form is more tiring than before. I just want to sleep all the time, I mean more than usual. It started 3 years ago, I'm use to it now but doesn't make it less annoying. I glance at Stan as he studies himself in the mirror. We both look pretty good for our age. No one but Kenny gets to see how I aged. I worked hard to ensure Stan and I eat right, work out together 4 days a week. Since I do most of the cooking I used more healthier options. I chuckle thinking how trying to Stan to eat new things was like feeding a 3 year old.
"Sorry," he apologizes turning around. "You planning to babysit the new baby too?"
"Of course!" I exclaim. With Ike's son Nigel, I was able to watch him in human form up until he was 6 months. Once he started doing baby talk more often I couldn't take the risk anymore. He is smartest little guy ever! I can't wait to find out what Ike and Karen are having now. "I do hope it is a little girl but I will be happy with whatever they get."
"Karen says she wants to get her tubes tied," chuckles Stan removing the rest of his clothes. "I don't blame her. Having a baby is hard work."
"What would you really know about that," I reply as Stan gets under the covers.
"I know absolutely nothing but that labor sounded horrible," he laughs. Stan cuts on the TV getting under the covers. I stare at him for a moment. My heart gets that heavy feeling again.
"Do you ever regret not having kids?" I ask quietly.
"What?" asked Stan his head snapping around towards me. "No! I would take being with you any day over having kids." I give him a weak smile.
"Really?" I question.
"Babe, when will you stop doubting me," he says kissing my forehead. "Just because Tweek and Craig have kids doesn't mean that I felt like we had to have them."
"I know," I whine cutting off the lamp. "I can't help when I think about the fact of how much you gave up to be with me."
"I'm fine Kyle," says Stan laying down as I cuddle on top of his chest. I stare at the wedding band he got me years ago. Still looks like new and the gold color goes well with my pale skin color. Stan has a matching one that he wears on the opposite hand so people won't question him too much. I told him he didn't have to wear it but he was persistent on wearing it. "What do you want to watch?"
"I don't know," I reply. "I just want to relax."
"Are you tried again?" asked Stan glancing at me. I hide my face in chest answer his question in my own way. Stan doesn't mind that I am tired often. It bothers me though. I always want to spend as much time together as possible. "Go ahead and go to sleep Ky. I will be up for a little while."
"I can't help it," I mutter.
"I know," Stan smiles before placing a kiss on my forehead. He is still as sweet as ever. I cuddle in his chest thinking of how we will spend our remaining 2 years together. At 42 we have done a lot together. Stan took me to Hawaii and Spain. Beautiful countries. It we were making more money we would have for sure visited a few more places. My advice website started to generate money. I also released 5 books that had moderate success. I stopped doing the website 8 years ago because some nosy people started to demand to see my face. People were trying to hack me out of spite. It just got to be too much which lead me to let the website go.
Stan's dad passed away when we were 36. It was something no one saw coming. Alcohol poisoning. I guess he still thought he was young and could hang but he proved that to be very wrong. Stan took his dad's death pretty hard but I was right here to help along the way. Stan's mom sold the house getting a nice cozy condo in downtown South Park. She seems much happier in a smaller space. She always has her grandchildren over when possible. Of course, she kept asking Stan when he was going to have kids making me feel worse every time she asked. Thank god Shelly gave her at least two grandkids.
My parents are alive and doing well. My mom is retired but my dad is still working as he likes that it gives him something to do. He doesn't take on heavy cases anymore as he doesn't want the stress due to his high blood pressure. I still get to see them every holiday and my birthday. Sometimes I will get to see Ike on his birthday. Often times he does things with his family which is understandable. I got to attend Ike's wedding as well, cat form of course. I was just glad to be there.
I think I want to go to Italy sometime in the next two years. I have brought this up to Stan as he is the main breadwinner at this point. Stan is a contractor but gets paid by the job. Our little area has grown over the past couple of years but we still get the privacy that we need. They started to build more stores in the downtown area. That helped Stan a lot as they will call him when they have IT issues. He can get to them a lot faster than the internet provider. He figures out the problem most of the time which is weird because he far from being a tech but the businesses are always willing to pay him.
"Ha….haaaa….." I groan lowly. I have been asleep for who knows how long. I can feel Stan kissing the back of my neck. His arm is over my waist holding me tightly. I reach up grabbing his arm although sleep still heavily invades my mind. "Stan…"
"Ky…." whispers Stan. "Let me make love to you."
"What time is it?" I grumble turning over.
"Doesn't matter," says Stan appearing over me. He leans down kissing my neck as I wrap my arms around his torso spreading my legs. There is no way I could ever say no to my husband. It amazes me how he always wants me in every way possible. Even after all of these years. Stan buries his face into my neck as he begins to kiss softly.
"Ah….ahhh…" I whimper. I hate how sensitive I am to his touch at times. It doesn't matter if I'm asleep or not my body always knows when he is touching me, seeking comfort. Stan grabs the bottle of lube coating his dick. He didn't stop kissing me once as he has become a pro at doing this. I begin to whine when he lines up with my entrance sliding in slowly. "Uggghhh…." I arch my back loving the feel of him. That is one good perk is I rarely need stretching anymore. If we don't have sex longer than a week that is when I would need stretching. Stan and I have a pretty healthy sex life. We don't go at it every day like we did when we were younger but certainly 2-3 times a week.
"Ohhhh…" sighs Stan rolling his hips slowly. He is going deeper and deeper with each roll. "Thank you…aaahhhh….thank you Kyle…..ha….ha….." I know he is thanking me for allowing us to make love. Most times when I go to sleep I don't want to be bothered. He usually has to do more begging to get me to agree when I am awake from my slumber. In this case, I could tell he needed the connection. In all honesty, I wanted the connection too.
"Aaahh…..dude….." I cry subtly as I begin to roll my hips meeting his. Stan's eyes roll into the back of his head as I'm not the only one who has become more sensitive.
"Fuck…nnnnggghhh…" he pants. "Slow down….uuggghhh…..just a little." I felt like I was going slow already but I slow my hips down a tiny bit more. "Ah….ahhhh…..just like that….mmmm…." I watch as pleasure dance all over his face. After many years I still wish I could kiss him. People seriously underestimate how intimate kissing is.
"Stan…" I weep. Stan leans down rubbing his nose against mine knowing what I really want. Stan and I pant as we rub our noses with him going deep as he can go. My hands hold on to his back with me finally becoming greedy. I wrap my legs around his waist which allows him only small movements. "Ohhhh….yessss…..aaarrrggghhhh….." Stan is now grazing my prostate perfectly.
"Oh god…." he wails shaking a little. "A-are you ready? Haaa…I…I can't…..hold it…..nnnhhhnnn…" Stan doesn't last long but neither do I. I only care that we are both satisfied.
"Stroke my dick Stan…" I demand breathing hard. Stan pulls back enough to grab my dick. He begins to stroke my dick with the timing to his thrusts. "Ohhhh…..hahh….ahhh….yeah…..oh yeah…" I arch my back that allows him to hit my spot perfect.
"Oh…..Kyle….." moans Stan. "You're about to cum…ahhhh…..shit…haa….ha….."
"Ohhhhh….." I howl shaking. "Hahh…..hah…aaarrgggghhhh….." I begin to shake into my orgasm. My eyes squeezed shut from the intense pleasure. My cum starts falling on my stomach like raindrops.
"Aaarrggghhh….." screams Stan thrusting into my ass as he climaxes. I open my eyes in time to see his face twisted up in pleasure. I will never get tired of that. "Ahhhh…..ha…..ha…" I release my legs feeling more tired than when I went to sleep. Stan leans over me rubbing his nose against mine. "God, I love you so much."
"I love you too Stan…," I mutter feeling hazy. Stan and I do truly love each other. We are never embarrassed to say so. At this moment I'm so glad his feelings for me has never changed. Stan pulls out of me getting us both cleaned up. I'm thankful because I'm exhausted right now. I curl onto my side in a fetal position with Stan spooning me from behind. I take his hand in mine as I fall into a heavy sleep.
