Chapter 6
Wendy heard a timid knock on her door. Her attention drifted from the mind-numbing after-hours TV she was watching to the sound. She peered at her watch. 1:45 AM. Who...the...HELL...could be knocking on her door at 1:45 AM!
Wendy decided to find out. She went to the door and cautiously opened it just an inch, in case it was some kind of prowler outside. She was relieved to find Kenny standing on the other side of the door instead.
"Sorry," the blonde boy said right away. "I know it's late."
Wendy reinforced this thought by holding her wrist where her watch was. "You think?"
"Yeah, well...I saw your light on, I knew you were still up," Kenny explained.
"What are you doing out here anyway?" she questioned.
"Getting food." he replied. "Can I come in?"
Wendy looked around for any sign of any parental type. Nothing. "Sure," she said, surprised she wasn't more reluctant about it.
"Thanks." He smiled and loosened the strings on his parka as he entered the house. This would allow the girl to see his appreciative, smiling face, which she did once he had successfully drawn his hood back.
Kenny followed Wendy to her usual spot on the Testaburger family sofa. He took his seat a few inches away, but a comfortable distance.
"You said you came for food. Would you like a sandwich or something?" Wendy offered.
Kenny shook his head. "Thanks anyway. I scammed some pizza down the street."
"Oh," she said, nervously tugging at her long-sleeve T-shirt covering her upper body. "Then...why are you here?"
"Seeing you," he answered as casually as he could muster. Though he had to admit to himself that that was a damn good line.
Wendy could feel her cheeks darken into a deep red.
"O..kay..." she replied, more flattered and more turned on to his classic grin than she should have been.
"Are you coming to my party this weekend?" he asked.
The more Wendy gazed into Kenny's endless blue eyes, the more she was entranced by just the little things he was doing. The grin he was grinning, the words he was saying, the position he was sitting... "I will definitely be there," she confirmed.
"Cool! Looking forward to it." he informed her as he scooted just a bit closer on the couch. "So, what're you up to this late?"
Wendy tore her stare away from him to acknowledge the TV. "Watching lame programs. My parents only have the crappy cable stations."
Kenny laughed. "My parents don't have a TV anymore."
"It's overrated anyway." Wendy said. "There's nothing good on."
"Well, not on cable." Kenny said. "I bet we can fix that though."
Wendy's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah? How?"
Kenny stood from the couch and made his way behind the living room TV set. The picture suddenly went dark as Kenny unhooked the back of the television and fiddled with a few wires.
"Don't break it." Wendy said nervously.
"Relax. I've done this before."
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Kenny appeared from behind the TV set, brushing off his hands as though he had just gotten dirty. The picture was clear, and there was some hardcore porno filling up the screen. Wendy gasped as Kenny grinned, taking his place back on the couch. He leaned back, propping his muddy shoes onto the clean coffee table.
"Kenny!" Wendy exclaimed in shock as she searched desperately for the remote control. Luckily for Kenny she was far too focused on that situation to mind the coffee table abuse he was committing at the same time.
"Jesus Christ," she continued as she flipped the channel to something-anything-else. "If my parents saw that-"
Kenny giggled a bit at his own mischievous behavior. "Well, you get other channels now too."
"Like?" Wendy asked curiously, keeping a constant eye on the pictures coming up on the screen. All of the sudden, she was tapping into over 50 new channels...and those were the only ones she had passed over.
Kenny winked. "You're welcome. If your parents give a shit about getting free channels, which I doubt they will, just unhook the red wire from the white one in the back."
"All right." Wendy made a quick mental note of this. "...And thank you..."
"Ooh!" she squealed as the familiar scene of Dirty Dancing came on the screen. "One of my favorite movies!" She turned to Kenny, pleading for him to be okay with that choice.
Kenny shook his head, grabbed the remote, and in one swift click shifted it to Ferris Bueller's Day Off. "Same chic, better movie," he said suavely.
Wendy scoffed. "Well, yeah, but this movie lacks the hot guy." she countered.
"Maybe he -was- hot like twenty years ago when they made that movie."
Wendy stole the remote control back. "Whatever, classics never die."
Kenny whisked the remote once again. "Classics die hard."
They traded the powerful entertainment device back and forth a few more times, their grabs at one another becoming more aggressive as they went along. Quickly fed up with the game, Wendy stood up from the couch and tried to run away from Kenny with the remote still in her hand. He followed after her, chasing her around the couch for control of the device. Wendy found herself giggling as he pursued her.
Kenny caught up to her shortly, considering Wendy had stopped trying long ago. Wendy turned around, backing up toward the wall, the remote behind her back. Her grin was full of mischief. She felt Kenny narrow his eyes in pursuit of the control. He lunged for it to one side, then to the other. He wrapped both arms around each side, all the while Wendy sat smugly with the remote "hidden."
"You won't find it," she playfully challenged.
He smirked down at her. "Bet I can," he said, accepting the challenge.
Kenny rejoined Wendy on the couch. There were only so many places the remote could be. Searching for it would probably be more fun than either movie they ended up watching afterward, but that fact wasn't about to stop Kenny from trying, or Wendy from letting him.
Kenny reached out, placing the palms of his hands on Wendy's sides. He ran them up from her hips to under her arms. "Hmm...Not here." he said out loud, though he was talking more to himself.
Wendy fought hard to fight the giggles that had erupted as a result of Kenny touching a ticklish spot. Her sides were the most ticklish area of her body. Kenny continued to "search", lifting her legs and lifting her back off the couch. "Not here..." he mumbled in concentration.
"I told you, you won't find it," she repeated.
"We'll see." Kenny looked the girl over, thinking where else the item might be placed. Or at least where else he'd like an excuse to touch. Unfortunately since it was behind Wendy's back at the time of the placement, her breasts were out. Unless...
Ken brought his hands to her back. He slowly ran his thumbs inside the back of her shirt.
Wendy stopped giggling long enough to gaze intently into Kenny's determined eyes. Without warning, she lifted her head only a few inches, pressing her lips into his unexpected ones.
Kenny made a surprised, incoherent sound as Wendy's lips smacked against his own. He got over the initial shock rather quickly though, and responded in kind, his eyes closing. As they kissed, he continued to move his other fingers inside Wendy's shirt, not even caring about the control anymore.
Wendy reached a hand around his neck and pulled him in closer. She used the other hand to explore under his shirt as well.
Kenny moaned as he continued up her shirt, stepping into her some more as her own hands gave him an obvious green light. He suddenly stopped as his hands came to the straps of Wendy's bra. The remote wasn't there, but that didn't stop Kenny from pushing his luck and attempting to unhook the undergarment.
"K...Ke...Kenny," Wendy mumbled in between kisses. "We shouldn't...we...co..uldn't..." Her words were broken up by their intertwined lips. She couldn't pull herself away from him. She sighed helplessly as she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. She pushed him away with the palms of her hands, but her lips remained glued to his. "I can't..."
"Sure you can." he encouraged through a hot breath as he tried to kiss her once again. His hands succeeded in unfastening the bra.
Wendy could no longer control her own hands and fingers as she crept up inside his shirt, grabbing at the fabric and pulling it over his head. She threw the restricting shirt on the floor and wrapped her arms around Kenny's neck and shoulders. She could feel his warm, smooth skin pressed against her curious hands.
Ken broke their lips apart once again to return the favor and remove Wendy's shirt. He tossed it down next to his discarded top, and smirked in admiration as the girl's already unhooked bra fell to the floor next. Just the sight of her bare breasts made Kenny aroused. He dove right back into Wendy's mouth, once again using his tongue for assistance. His hands explored Wendy's front side next, running each finger up her stomach to her chest.
"Kenny...this is...so...wrong…" Wendy half-pleaded, half moaned in ecstasy. It had been entirely too long since she had felt any kind of pleasure.
She thought in her head. Wait! Stan and I just...two days ago... But for some reason, it wasn't all that exciting. Matter of fact, there was something terribly missing.
Kenny just moaned in response, not acknowledging her begs to stop. He knew that this would indeed be wrong under normal circumstances, but considering the recent interaction between Stan and Kyle, Kenny knew he was helping everyone out, including himself. His hands cupped and massaged Wendy's tits, rolling his thumbs around her nipples to see just how excited he could make her.
Kenny then moved his lips to Wendy's neck, receiving no real objections from her. Feeling her nipples were now as erect as he could get them, his hands ran back down her body to her ass. He smiled and pulled the TV's remote control from out the back of her pants.
"Told you I'd find it," he teased into her ear.
Wendy smiled and Kenny kissed her teeth. "That was my plan all along," she said seductively, and, to Kenny's surprise, she grabbed his hand and stuffed it down the front of her jeans, plunging it below her underwear. Wendy let out an excited moan as Kenny took the hint and began massaging her.
"You're so hot," Kenny remarked as he buried his face into her chest, his fingers lightly brushing over the girl's clit as he kissed her breasts. His other hand reached out and unbuttoned the jeans. "Let's do it."
Wendy made a face. While it was obvious she was turned on beyond return, the mere fact that Kenny said something so...unromantic...and even un-hot made her almost laugh.
"DO it?" She looked into his eyes with a mocking smile. Kenny blushed from embarrassment and pulled away ever so slightly.
Wendy decided to reassure the boy by returning the favor. She reached out and touched the front of his pants, lowering the zipper. She did in fact want to "do it" as Kenny so poetically described it. This, of course, brought a smile back to Kenny's face. As the two helped each other out of their pants, Kenny produced a pack of condoms from his pocket. He had apparently come to her house that evening prepared with some evil intentions of his own.
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Stan uneasily paced outside of school the next day. He was going to meet Wendy, and though he didn't know exactly what he was going to say, he knew it probably wouldn't end well. Last night Stan had found himself doing almost exactly what Kyle had done. Obviously this changed things a bit. At least it did in Stan's mind. He wasn't totally sure what drove him to do what he did in Kyle's bathroom, but it definitely wasn't thoughts of his girlfriend.
He spied her coming up the walk, her hands stuffed in her pockets, and cold puffs of breath forming above her purple scarf.
"Shit," he told himself. "Am I breaking up with her?"
Wendy was actually pondering the same thought as she approached. Stan may or may not have cheated in his mind last night, but there was no question what Wendy did that same evening qualified as infidelity.
Usually they were both very moral people. They weren't the types to cheat, but they were the types to seek out happiness if they were finding themselves unhappy. Who could really blame them for that? Perhaps the bigger question though was: Why were they unhappy, and what were they now going to do about it?
She took a deep breath as she neared her soon-to-be ex. She stopped about three feet in front of him.
"Stan, I-" Wendy began as Stan had said her name in unison. They both looked at each other nervously. Wendy could still feel reminisces of Kenny from the night before. He was all she could think about.
Stan bowed out, allowing her to say whatever she was going to say. "Go ahead," he said, politely.
"Oh. No, you go first." she insisted.
They both stood in awkward silence another minute. Stan shuffled his feet, while Wendy put her hands behind her back.
"Well, one of us has to go first." Stan pointed out.
Wendy nodded. "Very true." She remained silent.
Stan sighed, looking to the ground as he prepared to say what was on his mind, as well as listen to whatever Wendy had to tell him.
"Okay, on three."
"Okay." Wendy agreed. It sounded fair enough.
They slowly began counting together.
"One...Two...Three!"
"I don't think this is working out anymore!" they both practically yelled at the same time.
Stan looked up from the spot on the ground he had been concentrating on to his girlfriend in surprise. "You don't?" He didn't know whether to be alarmed or relieved.
Wendy bit her bottom lip. "No" she confirmed. Once again there was no going back. A weight suddenly felt lifted off her shoulders, but she didn't have time to enjoy it. "You don't think so either?" she questioned, making sure she heard him correctly as well.
"I...um...well I...I think its best if we..." Stan closed his eyes and sighed. Wendy was an amazing woman. She would understand if he told her ANYTHING. He could even tell her that he was falling for Kyle she wouldn't care.
Whhhoaaa. Falling for Kyle? Wait...
He opened his eyes once again. "Wends, I don't think we've been happy for awhile now."
She thought about it, and slowly nodded her head. "Yeah..." she agreed in a low whisper. "And if we're both so unhappy," she added in a normal tone. "We should probably...You know..."
"Yeah!" Stan squealed, so overenthusiastically Wendy frowned. Stan caught glimpse of it, and settled down. Why was he so excited? Because now he was free? To date who? Kyle!
He looked at Wendy. To the right of her neck was a small dark spot that she was trying desperately to cover up with that insane fuzzy scarf she had. It had slipped off at that point, and Stan smiled. "So Kenny's gotten to ya, huh," he said, almost in a congratulatory tone.
She raised another surprised eyebrow at her now ex-boyfriend. He wasn't mad. She should probably be happy about that, and in a way, she was. She was certainly happy that she could now keep off the overly heavy scarf, free to reveal all of her hickeys.
"You knew?"
"Yeah...He warned me he was interested, so..."
"And you...you didn't care?"
Stan shrugged. "If he makes you happy..." Stan trailed off, his eyes drifting to something in the distance. Wendy tried to decode what he was looking at by the almost dreamy expression he had on his face, but she couldn't quite grasp it. She turned around to see exactly what he was staring at.
Kyle. Kyle was walking up. Not yet noticing Stan there, he had his daily smile on and Kenny was at his side. Stan was unable to tear his eyes off of him.
Wendy turned back around, speechless. Her jaw dropped open, and she watched as Stan's eyes followed Kyle's body until he disappeared beyond some brush.
"Well," Wendy finally spoke again, snapping Stan's attention back to her. "Obviously we both need...other types of people to make us happy."
Stan blinked so hard it made his face scrunch up. His eyes were locked on his red-headed friend for too long. "What?" he asked innocently. Wendy had a smug look on her face. She ran up to Stan's side, hitting it with force.
"Why didn't you TELL me you had a thing for..." she nodded in the direction of the person she was talking about.
"..I...I-I..." Stan stammered, a blush spreading across his face. He was unable to answer her.
Wendy rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ...I heard you'd been posing but I thought it was going to stay artistic!"
"Wh-Wait what!" It was Stan's turn to drop his jaw. "You...You knew about the...The..."
"Word gets around school you know...You could've told me Stan. I wouldn't have minded."
Stan closed his mouth. Wendy was cool. Wendy was real cool. He could tell her everything. With that in mind, he leaned over and whispered. "I think I have a thing for...I mean I...he..." He swallowed hard, unable to choke out the words that were on his mind. They were just too unbelievable.
He turned his body the direction Kyle had walked in. "I mean, look at him. He's a great artist. Did you see his work?"
Wendy smiled. "Was it you naked?"
Stan felt his cheeks redden.
"Then yeah, I've seen his work."
"Heh..." Stan smiled nervously. "But, no, seriously. He's really talented. I was over there and...I mean...He's so...It...just..."
"I get it." Wendy cut him off. "You like him..." She sighed. "...This must be pretty difficult for you."
"I...I guess...I don't even know if he's...I mean, we didn't actually, you know, -do- anything..."
"At least not yet." Wendy corrected.
Stan felt an uncontrollable grin take hold of his face. The thought of something having even the possibility of happening excited him. He frowned. "I am not gay."
Wendy backed up defensively. "Hey, nobody said you were!" She leaned in close again. "But you do have the hots for Kyle." She laughed. It didn't feel like she just broke up with Stan. It felt like they've been at that state for a long time now. She was so comfortable joking about his sexuality. It wasn't a big deal now that she thought about it.
Stan furrowed his eyebrows. "Whatever." It wasn't a great defense, but it worked in his mind. "...So...That's it then?"
"Yeah, I think so...I'm sorry this didn't work, Stan. I want you to know it's nothing personal."
Stan placed a caring hand on Wendy's neck before revealing all of the massive hickies underneath the scarf. He laughed. "I know WHO you want to get personal with!" He slapped his knee, content with his own lame comeback. He glanced at Wendy, who was obviously not amused.
"Ha. Ha. Ha."
"Oh, Wends," he said, scooping her up in a hug. She returned the embrace, both sides relieved that the meeting/breakup had gone even better than ever expected.
Now they could concentrate on whom they really wanted.
"...Can we still be friends?" Stan asked as the hug was released. "And I'm not just saying that 'cause that's what everyone says. I don't know why we make each other so unhappy, but I don't think we have any problems besides that do we?"
"We don't." Wendy said with a smile. "Which is exactly why we -will- stay friends."
"Cool." Stan smiled back.
The bell sounded, alerting the students that they'd better get to class.
"I'll see you around." the former couple said, once again in unison, before going inside.
