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Chapter Nineteen - Cat's Out of the Bag.

Fluttering her eyes open, the colours of the room illuminated by the strong sunlight began to re-focus in her vision. For a short time, all she could bring herself to experience were those first few blissful seconds after you awake when you can't remember anything about where you are and how you spent the day before. But then all of a sudden, as she felt the warmth of the arm wrapped around her and the memories from the night before came flooding back to her – a beaming grin shot across Wendy's face.

The chill that ran across her bare legs was immediately neutralised as she realised that they was still tangled up with Stan's from when they had fallen asleep earlier that morning. Apart from that, however, their position had entirely changed. Wendy no longer had her head rested on his chest, but now she lay on her side with her body perfectly spooned into shape against her boyfriend's as he had his arm hugged around her. She stewed in the silence for a quick second longer, hearing Stan softly snore behind her.

Quietly turning around so as not to wake him, Wendy glimpsed over her shoulder at the digital clock that sat on Stan's bedside table. She shook her head to find that it was already eleven-forty in the morning, before her eyes then fell onto the image of his peaceful face.

The smile across her lips only grew at the adorable sight of Stan harmlessly snoozing away. With his arm still around her, Wendy felt the familiar butterflies begin to soar in her stomach. The longer of his black locks were hanging over his forehead as the teenage girl gently wisped them out of the way. She hated to have to wake him… well, for the most part, at least. Deep down, more than anything, Wendy just couldn't wait to spend this whole new day with Stan.

"Stan," she whispered, delicately stroking his cheek, "Baby?"

A small giggle escaped her as Stan's eyes squinted and his nose scrunched up at her touch. Emitting a tiny groan, his eyes soon flicked open. Wendy watched the same confused emotions that she had just felt register on his face until his blue orbs finally twinkled happily at her.

"Good morning," she sung sweetly.

Rather than verbalising a reply, Stan simply released a second sleepy groan as he smiled a half-smile at her and then pulled his girlfriend closer into his tight grasp. Revelling in his warmth and affection, Wendy wrapped an arm around Stan's torso and nuzzled into the nook of his shoulder.

"How'd you sleep?"

Eventually deciding to lick his lips and clear his dry throat, Stan murmured a response with his eyes shut again, "The best."

Wendy couldn't help but laugh. She certainly didn't remember Stan ever being this reluctant to wake up in the morning. But, then again, they had stayed awake pretty late together the night before.

"C'mon, it's almost midday, we should get up."

Re-affirming the grip he had on her, Stan shook his head with a mumbled 'nuh-uh'. He slinked his arm further around her and up the back of the oversized t-shirt she was still wearing as he tenderly stroked the bare skin of her back.

Rolling her eyes, Wendy snuggled up closer to him, settling into his embrace. Who was she to really complain if her boyfriend just wanted to cuddle with her a bit longer that morning?

Resting the side of her head back against his chest, Wendy sighed happily at the comforting sound of his heart beating lightly in her ear. As he ran his hand lovingly up and down the side of her body, she sensed what she imagined to be the first of many goosebumps for that day explode across her skin. More than anything else, though, Wendy just couldn't stop beaming at how amazingly unbelievable it felt to be back in Stan's room, in his bed, in his arms once more.

"Can you honestly believe this?" she asked with an ironic chuckle.

Stan just managed to mutter a response, "I'm so tired right now I'd believe anything you tell me."

Clearly not very impressed with his lack of affectionate conversation, Wendy scoffed as she playfully slapped Stan on the arm and pushed herself out of his grasp. Climbing out of bed, she wriggled her toes between the warm sensation of the carpeted floor beneath her feet and tossed her long, black locks over one shoulder.

"Well, I'm getting up," she teased, marching around the bed.

"Shut the bedroom door behind you," Stan sleepily joked back, instantly rolling over and shutting his eyes. He stretched out over the entirety of his bed, desperate to get comfortable and succumb to a pleasant slumber again. But Wendy had other ideas.

Clawing up all of their clothes from his bedroom floor, the dark haired girl watched and laughed at the sight of Stan flinching as the pile came flying down on top of his head. Before he even fully realised what hit him, the teenage boy expelled another annoyed groan and pulled his pillow over his blinded face as Wendy flicked on the light switch. Her giggles echoed up the hallway as she made sure to leave the door opened as she left.

"I'll meet you downstairs!"

Descending the staircase that morning was the first time Wendy was able to take in all the features of Stan's house that had only flew past her in a heated rage the night before. Her heart beat lightly in her chest and all the familiar sights. She examined each and every one of the family photos that laced the wall going down the stairs, beaming at all the cheeky smiles of Stan's that she spotted. As she reached the ground floor of the family home, her legs seemed to carry her without any second thought and lead her to the kitchen. The cool, tiled floor sent tingles over her bare feet as she made her way to the fridge and began to look for anything for the two of them to eat.

There were a million delighted thoughts crossing Wendy's mind while she continued to seek out some food, finally settling on a fresh bottle of pancake mix she found in the pantry. It took her memory a few moments to come back to her, but soon enough she had gathered all the necessary utensils and watched on as the first perfectly round pancake began to simmer away.

Standing by the stove with the most gigantic grin on her face, Wendy couldn't shake off the jittery happiness she felt prickling each of the faint hairs on her arms. She hugged Stan's t-shirt against her torso, taking in the irresistible scent of him. After everything that had happened between the two of them – the absences, the awkwardness, the fighting and the screaming – Wendy still couldn't believe how lucky she was to have Stan back with her where they both belonged. Because after experiencing two completely opposite ends of the relationship spectrum with him – Wendy definitely preferred it when they were laughing, hugging, kissing and loving one another.

These were the thoughts that remained with her as Wendy just about finished cooking the pair's very, very late breakfast. While the final pancake began to bubble slightly in the pan, the teenage girl heard some footsteps approach from the living room. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see her boyfriend appear directly behind her and wrap his arms around her waist.

"Now, this I could get used to," Stan flirted cheekily, apparently much more awake now as he spoke into Wendy's ear.

"What?" Wendy laughed, "A girl standing in your kitchen every morning making breakfast for you?"

"Only if that girl is you," Stan conceded, "And only if you're always standing here in your underwear."

Wendy giggled to herself. She was still wearing exactly what she had fallen asleep in the night before – that only being Stan's shirt which was just long enough to conceal her green and blue lace panties hugging her lower half. Matching her blissful laughter, Stan tightened his grip around Wendy, attempting to lift her up onto the kitchen counter before she began to wriggle in resistance.

"Hang on, hang on!" she chuckled again, turning her attention back to the stove top, "This is the last one, it's almost done."

Sensing his impatient grip clawing at her hips, Wendy smirked to herself in anticipation as she quickly checked the underside of the final pancake and then flipped it with the spatula on top of the pile beside her. Her heart was already fluttering.

"Okay, now we're good."

Her giggling was so sweetly contagious as Stan gently spun her around and lifted her onto the counter, shifting closer to her as he stood in between her parted legs. Smiling at her, he tucked a long strand of her black hair behind her ear.

"You didn't have to come down here and cook anything, ya' know."

"I know, but I'm kinda' starving," she answered, "So I figured you must be hungry."

As he opened the kitchen drawers right by Wendy's leg, Stan grabbed a knife and fork before looking back at her with twinkling sarcasm in his eyes, "It's a bit too close to lunch for pancakes though, isn't it?"

"It was all I could find," Wendy growled jokingly, folding her arms across her chest as she watched Stan take a first bite out of the huge, doughy pile, "It's good though, right?"

Stan grinned through his mouthful at her, "It's great," he said, placing his cutlery down on the bench. With a look of slight curiosity on his face, he then began to turn towards the fridge, "All they're missing is some – "

Before Stan could even finish his sentence, Wendy felt a small smile turn up in the very corner of her mouth, "I couldn't find any honey."

At the very last word that left her lips, Stan froze on the spot. His stomach flipped as he slowly twirled back around and gazed tenderly at his girlfriend where she still sat, looking very proud of herself. And rightly so.

Ever since Stan had been about three and a half and he had mistaken a bottle of honey for a bottle of maple syrup, the sweet, sticky substance was all he could eat on his pancakes now. But to know that Wendy still knew that? It was something so small, and yet, it was something that suddenly meant so much to Stan.

"You remember that?" he asked, walking back across the kitchen towards her.

Smiling at him smugly, Wendy pointed her finger to the end of his nose as he re-approached her, "You need to start giving me some more credit."

Looking up at her where she was perfectly perched on the counter, Stan felt his heart melt. His affections soon got the better of him as he gently placed his hands on either of Wendy's bare thighs and happily leant in to meet his lips with hers. Dissolving into their kiss, Wendy latched her arms around his neck, while Stan brought himself that much closer to her and hugged around her waist before reluctantly pulling away. Their eyes were wide and filled with love, locked with one another as Wendy giddily shied away and Stan pecked her sweetly on the cheek.

"Do you wanna' take these into the living room and watch some T.V.?" he asked her, bringing his hand back to caress her knee.

"Okay," Wendy softly agreed, hopping down from the bench, "I just gotta' run to the bathroom first real quick."

Stan simply couldn't take his eyes off her. Even as she spoke, he was sure that he was recognising every word that passed her lips, but he was so enthralled with the absolute beauty of her, that he thought maybe it was just that bit too distracting.

As he gazed at her up and down, the teenage boy could hardly believe that his first true happiness in two years had come back to him in the absolute last way he had ever expected. There were a number of things that Stan was still trying to completely wrap his head around. The fact that he had been able to forgive Wendy, the fact that she was still genuinely the same person inside and outside that she had been when she left, and the fact that this gorgeous girl standing before him had surrendered her whole body to him the night before.

This last idea brought Stan's train of thought to a halt. That morning he had mainly mumbled rather than spoken to Wendy, he had refused to get out of bed with her, and he had been surprised when she remembered peculiar little facts about him. Of course, these were all silly little things – things that hadn't seemed to bother Wendy in the slightest. But still, it made Stan frown to himself. Maybe after two years off flying solo he was just a teeny bit rusty at the whole appreciative boyfriend thing.

Just as she brushed past him to venture back upstairs, Stan suddenly took Wendy by the hand.

"Hey."

The single syllable word echoed into the empty kitchen as Wendy swung around and looked down to where Stan had grabbed onto her. As she glanced up to meet his devoted vision, the teenage boy gently squeezed her hand.

"Last night was amazing."

A sensational tingling ricocheted across Wendy's skin as her butterflies tickled her tummy. Clutching back just as tightly, she smiled through the blush that had crossed her face. Thinking back to the night before, Wendy's elated expression only grew. Stan had captured the moment just about perfectly by using the word 'amazing'. That's exactly how the dark haired girl had felt, too – it had felt absolutely amazing to know that she was entirely his. But, of course, there were other ways that Wendy and Stan belonged to each other a part from just physically.

After all, there was nothing the teenage girl loved more or would ever choose over just simply being in her boyfriend's presence.

Lingering on with their touch for just a second or two longer, Wendy soon dropped her hand from Stan's and grinned playfully at him.

"We've still got the whole rest of the weekend to go yet."

The afternoon seemed to zoom by in the reluctant blink of an eye. By the early evening, Stan and Wendy found themselves curled up on the couch together watching some cheesy romantic comedy. They were mainly chatting and making lame jokes all the way through it, but it only made it all the more enjoyable. They couldn't stand to sit in silence with each other, anyway.

Aside from that, the newly reunited couple had finally changed back into their normal clothes, watched a lot more television, mucked around with some video games and even busted out a board game or two. They had basically done anything and everything that wouldn't require them to leave the house. Because they were far too comfortable in the loved-up, little bubble they had created for themselves to possibly grace the outside world.

Giggling at another one of the overly romantic love scenes that crossed the television screen, Wendy glanced up at Stan from her place in his lap. Narrowing her eyes at him, she bit down on her bottom lip.

"Do you remember our first real kiss?"

Frowning down at her as he took another handful from the bag of corn chips beside him, Stan paused a moment, "What, you mean when we were eight and you kissed me?"

"No," Wendy answered with a laugh, "No, that was just a peck, that was nothing. I'm talking about – "

A knowing grin crept onto Stan's face before Wendy could finish her thought, "Token's birthday party in seventh grade?"

Exchanging the adoring expression, Wendy felt her cheeks flush a faint pink at the memory. As Token had always been the rich kid, and always had a house big enough to accommodate his friends, they had all been invited to sleep over for his thirteenth birthday. Of course, there had been rules – the boys were strictly told to sleep in one room, and the girls in another. A rule which had been followed for the most part, but hadn't stopped Stan and Wendy from meeting up in the shared hallway in the early hours of that morning.

And after the events that had taken place at the party while Token's parents' backs had been turned, the very young couple had been burdened with a lot of very curious questions on their mind.

Keeping right along, Stan ran his fingers through Wendy's long, black hair, "After enduring watching all our friends play spin-the-bottle and make out with each other."

"Yeah," Wendy chuckled, her face still hot at the recollection of she and Stan exchanging a similar action for the very first time that night, "Wondering what all the fuss was about."

"Awkwardly not knowing how to kiss goodbye the next morning."

"Ha, yeah, it took us, like, a week till we were brave enough to do it again."

Locked in the flawless back and forth recount, Stan felt his heart absolutely soar. God, how the heck did he manage to willingly spend any more time than necessary away from this beautiful girl?

As images of their first intimate kiss continued to dance about his mind, Stan couldn't stop thinking about how lucky he was. How lucky he had been to share so many incredible firsts with Wendy. But then, almost instantly at this thought, his brain waves drifted back to the previous night once more.

It was still sort of unbelievable that the two of them had been able to completely cave and share that specific kind of first before they could even discuss getting back together. In all honesty, Stan never really pictured that he would ever take anything like that too far too quickly. And as he glanced down at the pearly-white smirk that Wendy was shooting in his direction, it forced the idea of a possible occurrence to guiltily form in the pit of his stomach.

The teenage boy furrowed his brow uncomfortably. He began to mull over his next words and was just about to open his mouth to speak when Wendy turned her head and focused back on the T.V. Sighing to himself, Stan scratched the back of his neck with slight unease.

"Can I ask you something?"

Without taking her eyes away from the screen, Wendy merely nodded her head, "Mhm."

Falling to small silence, Stan cleared his throat, "It's hypothetical and stupid?"

As the concern in his tone caught Wendy's attention, Stan implored her with his vision once she re-faced him. After another second of quiet, the teenage girl pushed herself up from her boyfriend's lap and instead sat crossed-legged directly next to him on the couch, "What is it?"

Stan forced a re-assuring smile, not wanting to worry Wendy, "It's just, like… if we hadn't got back together last night, would you have been okay with what we did?"

Wendy's eyes widened as she shook her head with a small chuckle, "Why are you asking?"

"I dunno', just to squash my stupid, hypothetical guilt?" Stan offered as he repeated himself with an uncomfortable snigger.

It didn't take long for Wendy to consider her answer as she reached out for Stan's leg, "Yeah. Yeah, I would have, I mean, it would have taken off the pressure of getting my first time out of the way," she droned, stopping for a quick instant as her heart skipped a beat, "And, at the end of the day, whenever I looked back on it, it still would have been with someone who I loved."

Brushing his own hand against hers, Stan looked down, smiling inwardly at the relieving response from his girlfriend. He supposed that the experience had been too damn perfect for either of them to ever regret in any circumstance. Well, almost perfect.

Another cringing frown settled in Stan's features, "I hope I didn't screw up too badly, though," he gently spoke before clarifying, "Ya' know, with the whole condom thing."

Again, Wendy could only gaze at him, confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I dunno'," Stan trailed off, "I mean, for at least some of it, you must have just been concentrating on how you thought that I had already done it, or that it wasn't the same for me as it was for you or… something."

Wendy felt her heart splinter as a tender smile crossed her face at Stan's frazzled ramblings. He soon sighed to himself again.

"I just hope it was still, like, special enough, or whatever."

Sweeping her hair out her eyes, Wendy gazed down into her lap with an absolute exultant smile on her face. She tried to hide the blissful blush from her face as she went over everything Stan had just said to her. He worried too much. Far too much. Wendy had zero regrets about what had occurred over the last twenty-four hours, and no twist on their situation could change that. It had definitely been special to her – more special than she ever could have imagined it to be.

It may have sounded cheesy and it may have sounded cliché, but Wendy was sure that there was no other guy like Stan in the whole world. He wasn't a sleaze like Kenny, and he wasn't a womaniser like Clyde, and he wasn't a flat out jerk like Cartman. He was just Stan.

And he was all hers.

"Well…" she began flirtatiously, "We could always do it again and find out?"

Stan felt his heart freeze as his eyes narrowed sharply at Wendy. He gulped, "Wh-What?"

Biting down on her lip, Wendy stared at Stan teasingly. She shuffled back on the couch and uncrossed her legs, stretching them across the cushions as she leant back on her hands and simply shrugged her shoulders, "Practice makes perfect. Right?"

Still sitting there totally dumbfounded, Stan's heart finally started to beat again as he sensed a similar pulsating pump throughout the rest of his body. His lips upturned in an anticipating smile, and as he caught the twinkling playfulness in Wendy's brown orbs, that was all the convincing the teenage boy needed.

"Oh, you are mine."

A slight squeal of excitement expelled from the back of Wendy's throat as Stan grabbed the calves of her legs and dragged her towards him. She was completely laid out on the couch with her knees up at right angles as she allowed Stan to crash into her.

Grasping at her long, black locks, Stan indulged in the familiar taste of his girlfriend's kiss as he wasted little time tying their tongues together in a passionate battle. Within the next instant, he popped open the top button of her blouse. At the second one, though, his frantic pace seemed to catch him in a bit of a struggle as it kept slipping from his fingers.

Fuck this.

Leaving the trickily secured shirt behind, Stan instead moved both of his hands downward and immediately gripped the top of Wendy's jeans. A slow and romantic pace may have been perfect for the night before, but not this time. As long as she allowed him, Stan was going to unleash all of his ravishing affections over every single inch of Wendy's elegant body.

As the button and fly of her jeans were freed, the dark haired beauty felt herself shudder expectedly while Stan tugged the denim down the top half of her thighs. The abrupt and unplanned nature of their encounter from the previous night had clearly left a lot of exploring incomplete as Stan gently ran his hand over the front side of Wendy's lace panties. She breathed heavily into their kiss and let out a small murmur as he yanked away at the thin fabric and ran his thumb over the bare skin of her entrance.

Wendy whimpered, feeling an insane sensuality suddenly consume her to the brink. She couldn't stand the torturous anticipation any longer. Just as she sensed a single digit enter her, and she bit down hard on Stan's bottom lip, their fiery back and forth suddenly screeched to an icy halt.

The teenage couple both froze where they were as they heard some unexpected sounds resonate outside the house. First there was a rumbling, which was then sharply cut off, followed by three slams one after the other, and finally, some mumbled chatter.

Trying to crane her neck back towards the front door, Wendy frowned, "Is that a car?"

And then all of a sudden, Stan's eyes anxiously widened, "Oh, crap, dude! It's the guys!"

Springing back from his place on the couch, Stan shot up and ran across the room to the front window to peer behind the curtain, "Damn it, I told them, like, three days ago they could come over tonight and play video games and shit and I totally forgot about it!"

As the three voices headed towards his front door began to increase in volume, Stan spun back around to fasten his restless appearance against Wendy's. But automatically, he felt his expression soften.

Gazing at his gorgeous girlfriend where she was still leant into the couch, basically about a quarter undressed, Stan hung his head back and sighed at how rapidly insensitive he had just acted. Taking a step towards Wendy with every intention to kiss her sweetly and apologise, the dark haired boy only stopped once more, frowning curiously.

Tilting his head to the side, he wondered why Wendy was suddenly giggling at him, "What?"

Covering her mouth with one hand, Wendy looked downwards at Stan's tall figure before using her opposite hand to gesture towards a peculiar bump in the crotch of his jeans. As his sight followed what she was directing towards, Stan rolled his eyes, causing Wendy's tittering giggles to burst into full blown laughter.

Shamelessly shoving his hand down the front of his jeans to adjust himself, Stan gritted his teeth, "It's not funny."

But still, despite his embarrassed pleas, Wendy only continued to loudly snicker away, forcing the contagiousness of it all onto her boyfriend. Backing into the front door, Stan eventually succumbed to some loud chuckles as he shook his head at her adorable silliness, "Wendy!"

Without even thinking about how loudly they were talking, or how close he was standing by the front door, Stan's playful exterior abruptly dropped at the sound of one of the voices right on his doorstep.

"Wendy?" it repeated in disbelief. And it was all too clear who the voice belonged to.

Blowing out a nervous breath, Stan turned back to his girlfriend as he scratched the back of his neck. There was no avoiding the confrontation that awaited them on the other side of the front door, so Stan gently urged Wendy to pick up speed. He beckoned for her to hurry with pulling her jeans back up, and as she re-did the top button of her shirt, she sat back upright on the lounge, shut off the T.V. and shot him a sarcastic thumbs-up.

And then, the two braced themselves as Stan opened the door.

Kenny was the first to enter the house, followed by Cartman, and then a very reluctant looking Kyle. The silence felt unnecessarily awkward as Stan cleared his throat into the now full living room.

Examining the situation for himself, Kenny raised a delighted eyebrow, "'Sup, bro?"

Shutting the door behind them, Stan tried not to roll his eyes again, "Not much. 'Sup with you guys?"

Obviously feeling much more at ease about the unfolding events – and apparently more able to see the funny side of it all – Wendy waved sweetly from where she sat on the couch, "Hey, guys."

"Hi, Wendy," Cartman and Kenny droned together, swapping an amused expression.

Taking a quick second to glance over at Kyle, Stan swallowed an annoyed groan. His best friend was standing like he had a pole uncomfortably shoved up his back, with his arms crossed against his chest and a sour scowl spread across his face. This was quickly turning into one very unenjoyable evening.

Meanwhile, as Kenny prolonged his professional analysis of what he had walked in on, he focused on the rosy colour of Wendy's cheeks and the beaming, pleasured grin plastered on her face. His lips turned up in a knowing smile, "I thought I recognised that Mazda in the driveway. I hope we're not interrupting anything?"

"No," Stan immediately spat back, before biting his tongue.

He didn't want to de-value what he had just been doing with Wendy, but he didn't want to give too much away to his friends either, he just… Jesus, this was getting complicated.

"I just, uh," he started again, "I just forgot that I had invited you guys over."

Kenny chuckled to himself, "Well, it's all good man, the more the merrier! I've got a case of beer in the car that I gave my brother some money to buy for us, so let the party roll on!"

Keeping her eyes glued to the cute timidness on Stan's face, Wendy stood up from the couch with a polite shake of her head, "That's okay, I'll just leave you guys to it," she spoke, causing Stan to furrow his brow unhappily.

"What, no, you don't have to go."

"No, no, it's okay," she insisted, walking closer to her boyfriend, "I'll just zip back home and have dinner with my parents and talk to my mum about some stuff…" she hinted with a sweet smile, "And besides, Bebe's been blowing up my phone, and if I leave her waiting much longer, she just might block my number."

Stan unwillingly heaved his shoulders as he stared at her, "Only if you're sure."

Taking one smaller step towards him, Wendy lowered her voice to an audible mumble as she gazed at him just as devotedly, "Could I still come back in a few hours and sleep here again, though?"

Stan felt his heart flutter, "Of course you can."

Watching on in utter disbelief, Kyle felt his stomach unnervingly heave as Stan brushed his hand against Wendy's and lingered at her fingertips. What the hell was going on?

"Okay," Wendy replied, almost forgetting that the three other boys were even in the room, "I just gotta' run upstairs and get my keys and bag."

The moment that the beautiful teenage girl had bounded up the staircase, Cartman and Kenny instantly opened their mouths to speak, "So," Cartman began, "What exactly did we just interrupt?"

Stan grinded his teeth together in aggravation, "Not now, guys."

Kenny snorted again, "I can give you one guess…"

"Kenny!"

Before his friends could provoke him even further, Wendy soon re-appeared as quickly as she had vanished. Skipping down the last couple of stairs, she glanced up at Stan happily as she met him at the door. Ignoring the stares from the three guys, he simply beamed at her.

"I'll see you when you come back?"

"You sure will," she spoke, eagerly leaning in. Right as the impulse to kiss her boyfriend goodbye had crossed her, however, it suddenly faded as she second guessed herself.

Chewing down hesitantly on her bottom lip, she darted her vision to the corner of her eye as she remembered the extra presence filling the room. Would Stan be okay with projecting any affection on her in front of his friends? This soon? She wasn't entirely sure, but as she murmured an awkward 'uhh' of indecision, Stan softened his tender glimpse at her.

Pinching the tip of her chin between his finger and thumb, he planted a warm, loving kiss on her lips. The longer he held it, the more he could feel Kyle's death stare piercing right through him. But still, Stan stayed connected with her for a blissful four or five seconds before the two parted and he opened the door for her.

"Drive safe."

"I will," she promised him, looking back at Kenny and Cartman, "Bye guys."

"Bye, Wendy," the two long-time friends sang back in similar unison, nudging each other at the exchange they had just witnessed.

Reluctantly watching her climb into her car and pull out of the driveway, Stan sighed as he softly closed the door behind her. For a split second, he leant his head up against it, huffing out in annoyance. God only knew what he was in for now.

"Well, now I feel like a complete dick!" Kenny immediately exclaimed, "If you wanted us to leave you two alone, you didn't have to answer the door, ya' know, dude!"

Spinning back around to look at the three of them – and trying to avoid the disappointment on Kyle's face – Stan gritted his teeth once more as he played dumb, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on," Kenny continued to prod and tease, "We just walked in on you and Wendy about to have sex for the first time, didn't we?"

"No!"

"I've been caught with my pants down enough times to know what hurrying to put your clothes back on looks like and sounds like, Stan."

Holding his hands to his temples, Stan groaned. It was becoming all too clear to him that he was not going to be granted even a tiny bit of reprieve until he conceded to what his friends apparently already knew. But, hey, if they were actually going to force it out of him, Stan was at least not going to pass up the opportunity to brag about his happiness.

"Okay, yes, we were about to," he confessed, narrowing his eyes smugly at Kenny, "But… not for the first time."

Up until that point, Kyle had been completely silent. Whether it was out of shock, disappointment or just plain stubbornness, he didn't know, and frankly, he didn't care. But after hearing what he had just heard from his best friend, he couldn't hold his tongue any longer.

"What?" he grunted angrily.

Looking to him for a moment, surprised to hear his voice, Stan soon turned back to his other two friends with a shrug of his shoulders, "She came over last night. We sorted everything out."

With his mouth hanging open, Kyle slowly shook his head. The only thing that spoke louder than his expression of sheer dissatisfaction was Kenny's actual voice as he laughed and cheered loudly, slapping Stan on the back.

"Yes, dude!" he congratulated him, "Achieving those life goals – you got laid before Cartman!"

"'Ay!"

"Now, that sounds like a reason to have a drink!" Kenny pushed on, ignoring the displeased grunts from the heavier of his three friends, "C'mon, fat-boy. Seeing as you're the only virgin left, you can come help me carry this shit outta' my car."

Exerting a slight chuckle, Stan watched as the two guys marched back out the door in pursuit of the supplies for their small gathering.

"You don't know if I'm really a virgin or not, Kenny! Okay!" Cartman blabbered on down the driveway, "I could've slept with tonnes of girls, and you and everybody else wouldn't even know! So shut your poor-ass mouth before I kick you squarrre in the nuts!"

"Hey, I got a job, you still haven't lost any weight!"

The more the two continued to pick at each other, the more relief Stan felt to think maybe some of all this attention would be taken off him. After all, he had come clean now, what else could his friends possibly demand of him? Although, as this thought wishfully crossed his mind, his stomach abruptly twisted up in knots at the notion of who was still standing behind him.

Slowly turning back around, Stan instantly discovered a very unfavourable fact. No matter what it was that he had ever done in the past, Stan had always been able to determine his best friend's demeanour. Up and down, and back to front – he never failed to read him like a book. But now, this time, Kyle's face read completely blank to him. Stan didn't have the first clue what his oldest friend was thinking. And it kind of freaked him out. Was Kyle really that pissed off with him?

The silence that iced over their lock vision was overwhelming, and as Kyle carelessly brushed past his friend to follow Kenny and Cartman outside, Stan finally took a deep breath.

"Kyle – "

"No, Stan, not right now," he immediately sniped, "Not now, okay? I don't want to fucking hear it."

Caught completely off guard by his incredibly heated temper, Stan faulted over any kind of defence as he simply caved in and allowed Kyle to quietly walk out of the house. Standing in the front doorway, he huffed out a sigh of defeat and scratched the front of his head, suddenly at a sharp loss.

For once – just once – couldn't all of his relationships fall perfectly into place for him?

At least this one wouldn't be so difficult to fix, he thought to himself. Kyle would come around – he always did. And besides, there was no way Stan was prepared to alter his relationship with Wendy in any way, shape or form. Kyle was going to have to comes to terms with it and just accept it. But for now, while it seemed that acceptance was still quite a far way off, there was only one thing that Stan sort of wanted more than anything else.

And that was go back in time just ten minutes so he could have ignored his friends, avoided this awkward situation and been back on his couch entwined with his wonderful Wendy.

Hello again friends!

Now, I won't bore you too much here, but I do want to ask your input about something!

These two cute, sexy little scenes so far where Stan and Wendy have been getting down to it have been super, super fun to write. BUTTTT, seeing as this story started out so innocently, I don't want it turning into something filled with smut if you guys don't want it to. I am perfectly happy either way, but please let me know in a review or PM if you would prefer more sexiness, or just the little drabbles here and there that I already had planned. Which, fyi, at this stage is only like two more scenes. But if you want more, you shall have more! :)

Thanks for helping me out everyone, I appreciate it :)

Till next time guys,

Reneyyyyyyyyyyyy x