Chapter Seventeen - Forgotten.

Who am I fucking kidding?

Wendy almost gasped in shock at the precise second that she detected Stan's body relax and felt the indescribable sensation of him finally kissing her back. In a complete turnaround from their actions two days ago, the teenage boy's resistance morphed into delighted submission as he brought his hands up from his sides and moved them to Wendy's waist. She smiled into him, bringing her own hands down further as she hugged him around his torso. The direct warmth radiated across her skin, but was soon overtaken by prickly goosebumps as he ran his fingertips over her head and down her long, black ponytail. As she moved her tender hold to the sides of his face, Stan immediately gave in even further.

Gently grabbing onto the back of her legs, Stan clutched onto Wendy and picked her up, carrying her over to his bed. Placing her down, he detached himself for only a second or two as he joined her, settling on top of her and instantly kissing her again. An exultant joy was coursing through Wendy's blood from head to toe as she delicately opened her mouth. Grabbing onto the sides of Stan's baggy football jacket, she pulled him down closer to her, inviting him to meet her tongue in the much more intimate exchange.

Stan expelled a heavy breath as he tangled himself in the heated kiss with the raven haired beauty underneath him. The thought he had been having only moments ago about the two of them being apart for far too long was definitely ringing true right at that very second, but not for the reason that Stan had originally been suspecting. He moved one hand curiously down her body, feeling the denim of her skin-tight jeans against his fingers. It was almost a good enough substitution for her bare skin, but, man, Stan's testosterone was starting to quickly rise. But still, he stayed exactly as he was – faintly grabbing at her and kissing her over and over again.

Soon enough, he felt his own wide smile form as Wendy subtly reached her hands up under his jacket and brushed her manicured fingertips along the skin of his back and sides. He brought himself closer to her still, placing one hand behind her head as he deepened their kiss. The teenage girl struggled to find a suitable grip beneath his layers of clothing, so before she knew it, Stan tore his lips away from hers and leant back onto his knees. Looking down at her eagerly, he unzipped his jacket and shrugged out of it, throwing it to the floor. He couldn't dive back into her embrace fast enough as she began to giggle, ripping his red and blue beanie off from his head and tossing it to the carpet, too.

In nine years of knowing each other, and seven in total of being together, they hadn't had quite the make-out session like this one ever before. But, hell, Wendy was absolutely consumed to the brink with desires and lust that she hadn't been able to comprehend, let alone act upon, since being away from Stan. She just couldn't help herself as her hands managed to more easily find their way up his back under his thin t-shirt.

Before happily obliging and allowing his shirt to join the rest of his clothes, Stan first took to work on the zipper of Wendy's jumper, exposing her goosebump coated arms to chilled air of his room. The dark haired girl's eyes filled with longing at the sight of Stan's bare torso above her. She still couldn't get over how goddamned tall he was. Reaching up to the back of his neck, she bit down on her lip before attaching them back to his.

Starting to feel much more familiar with her taste and touch, Stan daringly began to move his kiss downwards. He pecked at the very corners of her mouth, creeping down to her neck, leaving his mark with gentle bites and licks and nibbles as he went. As his mouth reached the top of her chest, he heard a soft, anticipated gasp escape her. He stopped at the first instance of her button-down blouse, waiting to see if she would stop him, before he carefully undid the top button. At the second one, he breathed out, exposing the top half of her breasts and the white bra that supported them in place.

He was frozen for a second or two longer until he felt her hands run through his black, messy hair. Looking up to meet her gorgeous, brown orbs, she grinned at him through them, encouraging him to proceed. He held his affectionate gaze with her momentarily, and then finally popped open the rest of the buttons on her shirt. His fingertips were instantly drawn to the soft flesh of her stomach. A smirk turned up in the corner of his lips at the sight of a blue coloured belly ring. That was new. But, of course, it didn't take long before he refocused further up her torso.

Constantly, Stan looked back to Wendy for a second here and there to make sure he wasn't taking anything a step too far. And she could tell. It made her heart melt that he was being so careful with her. But at the same time, she couldn't deny how willing she was for him to continue with his exploration.

He brought his lips back to hers, kissing her passionately another couple of times as slowly and carefully, Stan brought down one of Wendy's bra straps. He kept his lips in place, allowing his hands to re-acquaint themselves with the naked parts of Wendy's body for the first and only other time since their night together in Bebe's pool. He grabbed at the soft flesh and traced his thumb around the edge of her nipple. The quiet, pleased murmur that echoed from the back of her throat sent Stan's temptations skyrocketing as he pulled away from their kiss and glanced down at her exposed chest.

Almost trembling at the hungry look in his eyes, Wendy wriggled somewhat where she lay. Up until that point, she had been stretched out as straight as an arrow, but after a final instant of hesitation, she parted her legs and allowed Stan easier access to her bare body.

He wanted to lunge at her. Stan wanted to absolutely leap into Wendy and ravish her with everything he had. But instead, he ran his hands up and down the sides of her body once more, reaching around the back of her to unclip her bra. As soon as she had consented and slipped it off, Stan used his hands to explore for a while longer. He took a second to shoot her a devoted glance before positioning himself between her parted legs and pecked her chest with his lips.

Wendy gripped onto his hair, tugging at it slightly as he set more to work, nibbling and kissing at her breasts and using his teeth to gently provoke the sensitive nubs that sat at the end of them. As he moved from one to the other, the teenage girl allowed her stimulated feelings of desire to become better known as she moaned through gritted teeth. The noise drove Stan crazy as he pressed himself closer to her, kissing and sucking that little bit harder.

As all of his insecurities continued to fall down around him, Stan finally allowed his vulnerable yearnings to get the better of him, "I missed you so fucking much," he hissed as he went on.

Wendy's ears perked up in delight at his words, and her heart started to utterly race. All she could think about was how much she adored him and how amazing it felt to be with him again. He projected such a trust on her that she felt like she could almost be safe with absolutely anybody as long as she had him. She wrapped her arms back around and pulled him closer to her. However, the second that she did, Wendy's eyes shot open in surprise.

Her body abruptly froze as she kept her tight grip around him. Her heart was beating anxiously out of time at what she could suddenly sense. As Stan continued to lean against her, inch towards her, and press into her, Wendy tensed up at the feeling of a lump in Stan's pants pushing against the inside of her thigh.

A nervous choke formed at the base of her neck.

"Stop."

Immediately doing exactly what he was told, Stan shot up like a rocket and moved down his bed, leaning up on his knees as he looked down at Wendy with worry. His was a bit out of a breath as he tried to read the blank expression on her beautiful face. There was an instant sort of guilt bubbling in his stomach at the thought of precisely what he had been concerned about this entire time.

Wendy had only minutes ago just finished telling Stan about this guy who had so badly mistreated her, held her down on his bed and tried to force his way with her. That's why Stan had been moving so slowly and apprehensively. He was not going to be another Griffin.

As Wendy continued to gaze at him, though, examining the fear and care and love that she could see pooling altogether in his eyes, anything to do with Griffin was the absolute last thought on her mind.

Shifting herself up a bit so she was propped against the bed head, Wendy swallowed back that nervous chunk she had moments ago tasted. She looked at Stan, smiling softly at him as she tried to settle his unease. Then, taking the deepest breath she had probably ever succumb to, she reached forward and undid the button of his jeans.

The most severe sense of astonishment swept over Stan as his sight exploded in surprise and his body froze with overwhelming anticipation. The look of determination that calmly sat over Wendy's face gave the teenage boy the strength to straighten himself up, making Wendy's job easier as well as proving his agreement for her to continue. The hormonal lump that he had indeed felt form inside his pants a couple of minutes ago now became that bit more exposed as Wendy unzipped Stan's fly and pulled his jeans down the length of his thighs. In the next instant she paused, before bravely lacing her fingers on the inside of the top of Stan's underwear. However, the moment that she had, the dark haired boy narrowed his sharp vision at her.

Her outer confidence was visibly beginning to crumble all too clearly to Stan as he spotted just how much Wendy's hands were shaking. Without a second thought, he brought his own to hers just as she had been about to pull down his briefs. Smiling affectionately at her as she glanced up at him curiously, Stan licked his bottom lip, nodding towards the right hand side of his bed.

"Bottom drawer."

The words drifted almost noiselessly into the room. Wendy's head was far too filled with its own million thoughts, and yet somehow, she was still able to comprehend his command as she let go of him and inched back a bit. Leaning over the side of the bed, Wendy then reached down to Stan's bedside table and pulled open the last drawer. Her eyes instantly spied what he had been referring to.

Just off to the side, the teenage girl could hear Stan fully removing his jeans for himself, but soon enough, everything else going on around her became second fiddle as she noticed something about the box of condoms staring back at her from the bedside drawer.

The packet was already open. And one condom was missing.

Feeling her positive vibes drop a little at her discovery, Wendy fell to slight hesitation. The time she took to silently think to herself must have felt a lot longer than it actually was, because in just about the very next second, she felt Stan sweetly tug at the top of her jeans, beckoning for her to lie back on the bed.

Wendy looked over her shoulder, catching him smiling at her. And just as always, she couldn't help but smile back. She took one final, private moment to mull over the choices that lay before her. She and Stan hadn't been together for two years. Did she honestly expect him to wait for her? Of course not. But at the end of the day, there was nothing she could do if she didn't happen to be his first. She just wanted nothing more than for him to be hers.

Taking one of the condoms out of the open packet, Wendy placed it beside her as she lay back in place on top of the blankets and kicked her shoes off with a playful giggle. She took her hands to the button of her own jeans, only to have them quickly replaced by Stan's. Leaning forward, he kissed her sweetly as he undid it. As he took them down the length of her long, silky legs, he chuckled to himself as he pulled her socks off along with them.

An amazed breath caught in his lungs at the sight of the blue and green laced knickers that hugged her small frame. Again, he quickly looked to her for permission before he bent down and placed a warm kiss on the top of her pantie line and then on the inside of one of her thighs. Finally taking the thin material in his hands, Stan allowed his eyes to find Wendy's. His face softened to find that her previous fortitude wasn't quite as strong as it had been a few seconds ago.

The beautiful young girl felt a rush of cold nervousness flow throughout her entire body as Stan carefully completed undressing her. Her emotions of slight embarrassment were instantaneous as she impulsively crossed one of her legs over the other, folding her entirely naked body away. She almost shuddered as the dark haired boy in front of her grasped at one of her knees and slowly spread her back out. A hopeful breath near enough choked her at the back of her throat as she waited, watching Stan as his eyes examined her from head to toe and everything in between.

And naturally, his face lit up so lovingly.

"You're so beautiful."

Wendy's heart skipped a beat. The sentiment had sounded even sweeter than it had on the night when they were fifteen at Bebe's house. It made her poise and self-assurance simply soar as she viciously tugged at his arm and brought him crashing back into her. Kissing him with more lust than ever before, she didn't wait as the teenage girl ripped away at Stan's briefs and pulled them off his body. He made a groaning sound of delight as their naked lower halves grinded together for the first time, as Wendy clawed at the wrapped up piece of rubber from the sheets and shoved it into his hand.

Without taking another single moment longer, Stan sat back up and tore open the plastic. Wendy watched as he did, taking seconds every now and then to stare at the parts below his belt, feeling her face heat up bright red.

In that moment, she had no thoughts of Griffin, and no thoughts of any reason why Stan might have had a condom missing from his room. All she could think about was him – about how badly she needed and wanted him. She did, however, stop to gaze at him and frown in bewilderment at the adorable struggle he seemed to be having. Stan had taken the condom out of the packet, but was now taking a little bit of time to properly figure out which way it unrolled and how he was even supposed to put it on. But before she had the chance to question his curiosity, he soon figured it all out and finally adjusted himself, tugging at the end of it just to make sure it wasn't going anywhere.

And then, he stared back at Wendy.

Devotedly placing one hand on her hip, he leant down on top of her, guiding her to fully lie back on the bed. With his other hand, he brushed the messy locks from the front of her hair out of her eyes. She grinned up at him, reaching back and pulling her hair completely out of its now ruined ponytail. And then, at the exact same time, Stan and Wendy blew out a deep, nervous, intimidated breath.

The raven haired girl manoeuvred her hand downward, gently grabbing onto Stan's length and pulling him towards her entrance. Just as she shut her eyes tightly and braced herself, she jumped slightly as felt his hand join hers, bringing it to a sudden stop.

Glancing up at him, Wendy's chest froze as she noticed that the playfulness in his eyes had abruptly been replaced by the most serious expression she had ever seen grace his face.

Stan firmly cleared his throat, "Are you sure?"

His voice was stern, but Stan needed to know for certain. He knew all too well that right at that precise second, he had Wendy in the exact position that had not too long ago been incredibly distressing for her. And Stan cared about her an uncountable amount more than he cared about satisfying his own testosterone.

As Wendy soaked in the imploring love and passion from Stan's expression, the corners of her lips upturned in a small smile. Was she sacred? Of course – she was terrified. And yet, she didn't care. Not one bit. This was one fear that she wanted to counter more than anything else she had for her entire life.

Nodding her head into the silent room, Wendy brought her voice to a whisper, "I'm yours."

Stan's skin tingled at the two simple words as their eager grins matched one another and he brought his lips back to hers. They stayed there for a moment, before he held them against her cheek while he attempted to push inside of her for the first time. Wendy's hand was there, too, trying to guide all the right bits into all the right places. But as the struggle grew harder, and Wendy grew slightly more frustrated, Stan sensed her body begin to tense up.

He gulped, pressing his mouth close to her ear as he moved his hand down and softly caressed her between her legs, "Just try to relax, baby," he purred into her ear.

Wendy instantly felt her body unwind at the combination of Stan's touch and long-awaited endearment of her. The muscles around her thighs and hips became so relaxed that within a matter of seconds, the pair gasped in unison and shot their wide vision at one another as Stan suddenly slipped inside of Wendy.

For the first few instances, Wendy almost felt like she couldn't breathe. The irresistible mixture of emotions that filled her, along with the weight of Stan on top of her made her whole torso clench up.

As he huffed out some fast, heavy breaths, Stan grinned down at Wendy in amazement, pressing his lips against hers and keeping them there as he slowly moved out and back in. The mere sensation of it was already driving him crazy. He felt her try to move in unison underneath him as he went out and in again. At the third time, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck as he went deeper.

Wendy could only really feel him rubbing up against the sides of her, until the third push when a sudden, sharp, twinging ache went ricocheting throughout her entire core. As Stan pierced through her virginity, the teenage girl cringed and let out a tiny murmur along with an audible 'ouch' of pain.

Straight away, Stan stopped, "Are you okay?"

Wendy gulped, rapidly nodding her head, "Mhm, just – just stop for a second, just don't move."

The pain remained with her for a moment or two before she groaned, humiliated with herself all over again, "Sorry…"

The remorsefully grim tone in her voice instantly made Stan frown, "No, no, no, it's okay," he shushed her, grabbing her face with both hands and forcing her to look him directly in the eyes. He shook his head in nothing else but disbelief that he could ever love somebody as much as he loved Wendy.

"I've always been yours."

As his sentence miraculously made all of her aches and pains fade away, Wendy's expression lit up. The sensitive tingles exploded back across her skin, centred down where the two were connected as she clutched at the small of Stan's back and pulled him further into her.

"Wait, are you sure it doesn't hurt?" he tried to ask her, but Wendy could only shoot him a quick 'yes' as she moved with him and pleaded with him to pick up his rhythm again.

Stan tried to hold onto his concerned feelings for as long as he could, but the amazing sensations flowing throughout his body and pumping his testosterone through his veins swiftly became too much to handle. Moving his hands back to Wendy's hips, he concentrated on moving in and out of her again.

The pleasure was building all too quickly within him. But none of that detracted from how incredible each and every moment felt. While Wendy lay beneath him, doing the best she could to shift in time with him, she felt a sudden sensuality bubble in her stomach. She thought it felt good, well, she had her suspicions that it felt good. She didn't exactly know what it was she was supposed to be feeling, but as Stan soon linked his hands with hers and began to multi-task with his mouth and her breasts again, she moaned a small moan of satisfaction.

She felt Stan hiss in delight against her chest as he continued to move around inside of her. Running her fingers through his hair, the teenage girl tightened the muscles in her legs as she arched her back and allowed for a deeper entrance. As soon as she did, Stan groaned.

"Shit…"

Wendy bit down on her bottom lip and let out a high-pitched gasp as Stan leant up as straight as he could on his knees and clawed back at Wendy's hips. He tilted her body up as high as she would allow him and finally began to increase in speed.

Within an instant, Wendy felt her body ache again. But this time, it was a very welcomed ache. She felt like she was on a steadily rising rollercoaster. The sense of pleasure increasing within her suddenly made it all too clear exactly what she was supposed to be feeling as the tingling vibrations buzzed where Stan was pushing into her.

"Oh my God…" she murmured, "Stan…"

Shutting his eyes tightly, Stan's teeth clenched as he sensed himself being pushed to his absolute brink of pleasure, "Baby…"

Wendy was right there along with him, as all of a sudden, they both exploded within one another, crying out in unison. They tangled themselves together even tighter as Stan leant back down and pressed his forehead against Wendy's. With both of their breathing as rapid as it had even been, their climax ended almost as quickly as it had appeared as Stan felt his body loosen.

Chuckling softly in delighted disbelief, he sighed and groaned a couple more times, wiping the sweat from his face before his eyes fluttered open and he lay them upon Wendy. His vision focused on her face, but as it did, he was subjected to the last thing he expected see.

Wendy had her head tilted right back. She was breathing and gasping just as heavily as he was, but her eyes were blinking continuously, over and over again. And Stan soon figured out why.

"What's the matter, what's wrong?"

Stan's levels of anxiety shot through the roof the second that he realised Wendy was trying to hold back tears. Was it him? Was it something he'd done? Did she immediately regret what they had done already?

Placing each of his hands on either of her cheeks, Wendy soon stared into his loving blue orbs and shook her head with a small laugh, "Nothing," she scoffed, "Nothing, I'm fine, I'm just… I'm just happy."

Releasing the biggest sigh of relief, Stan echoed Wendy's sweet giggles as he brushed her lips with his thumb and kissed them lightly again. Their breath soon began to return to them as the room fell back to the silence in which they had entered it – screaming and yelling and swearing at each other only to end up exactly where they both were right now.

Thinking about all of this – and Wendy meant all of this – from leaving South Park, to showing back up, to betraying Stan's trust and saying all the horrible things that she had said, Wendy regrettably felt her smile begin to slowly fade.

One of the tears she had been trying to hold back impulsively fell as she choked on her next sentence, "I'm so sorry for everything, Stan."

Immediately, Stan's expression fell blank. Stroking Wendy's hair, he shook his head. This was not a conversation to having right then and there – Stan was not going to let it tarnish the absolute perfect moment that the two of them had just shared.

Looking down to confirm that he was, in fact, still inside of her, Stan went to wriggle away until he stopped himself with about a dozen questions. Was it going to hurt her again? Was it going to be messy? Oh crap… was there going to be blood?

Abruptly disregarding all of these ridiculous thoughts, Stan gazed back at Wendy, certain of what his first priority was. Quickly and subtly slipping himself out of her, Stan then rolled her to one side of the bed as he gently lay next to her and pulled her into his comforting embrace.

Burying her head into his chest, Wendy instantly felt more of her regrets and insecurities come to light, "I'm sorry," she repeated again, huffing into his chest, "Stan, I just… I love…"

"Shh," he murmured between her apologetic ramblings, "Shh, it's alright."

Running his hands through her hair and down her back, Stan continued to caress and cuddle her until she began to calm down, and he felt his own heart begin to settle back into place.

After two years of falling down, getting back up, becoming stronger, becoming happier and moving on, Stan was now suddenly feeling one hundred percent whole again. Any past thoughts, emotions and opinions diminished into completely nothing to him. Everything he needed, in that moment and for his whole life, was lying right in his arms.

It truly had been the most perfect moment of Stan's entire life. He smiled into the silence of his bedroom and kissed Wendy firmly on her hairline as he pulled her closer to him.

"I love you, too."

.. And then there was part two!

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