Chapter Thirty - Backseat Bandits.

Kicking a stone along the gravel paved ground, Kyle tightened the strings on his hoodie as a cool gust of wind ran across his body. It was pretty late. Kyle wasn't sure how late, but the complete darkness of the night sky that he continued to stroll through told him that he was certainly going to be exhausted the next morning.

The teenager's mind was still swarming with a million different thoughts, fuelled by emotions of shock, anger, confusion and regret. It had completely floored Kyle to discover all the horrible things that had happened to Wendy, and it absolutely infuriated him to know that Griffin was suddenly within arm's reach of her again. He was bewildered by the fact that the entire ordeal hadn't lead Stan to act more gentle and comforting toward his girlfriend. Stan just seemed to be so filled with frustration that the only support he was able to offer Wendy was an aggressive vengeance directed straight at Griffin.

But Wendy needed much more than just that, Kyle could see it all too clearly. This whole situation had definitely opened the Jewish boy's eyes to the many mysteries surrounding female emotion and the varying levels of sensitivity related to them. This, of course, is where Kyle's own feelings of regret came into full force.

Sighing to himself, Kyle stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jumper. He squinted his eyes in the darkness, focusing on the sudden sight of about two dozen buses and coaches that had delivered all the high school students to the Phoenix based camp ground. They were all neatly lined up right by the tall, wired gate at the very front of the grounds. Kyle frowned. He had obviously walked much further away from his cabin than he originally thought.

With a reluctant shrug of his shoulders, the red-head dug his heels into the ground and spun around on the spot. He only managed to take one or two steps before a noise echoing ahead of him made Kyle freeze on the spot. He narrowed his eyes as they fell upon another human figure sauntering towards him in the darkness.

For a split second, Kyle's heart skipped a nervous beat. Was it another student out on a midnight stroll? Was it a teacher or a camp security guard? The red-head wasn't sure, but soon enough, a concerned frown abruptly collapsed into his features. Kyle shook his head, making a beeline for the person opposite him.

"What are you doing?"

The scolding tone of anxiousness in Kyle's voice made Bebe smile at him.

"I couldn't listen to Wendy bitch about Stan for another second."

As he eventually approached her, Kyle sighed again. He honestly couldn't blame Bebe for wanting to get some fresh air and steal some time for herself just as he had. The teenager was just relieved that he had found her okay and unharmed.

"Well, yeah, I know how you feel," he conceded, "But you shouldn't be out here all by yourself, what if those jerks from Malibu are still lurking around?"

"I can look after myself, Kyle."

Her snapping response made Kyle frown at her again, "Not from where I was standing a couple of hours ago, you can't."

Bebe rolled her eyes, "Those guys would have kicked both your asses, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, well, it would have been worth it."

His words left him with an unintended sweetness as Bebe's cheeks flushed the faintest shade of pink. The rapid silence that the two had fallen into caused an awkwardness to wash over Kyle as he quickly licked his lips and attempted to change the subject.

"So, uh, how is Wendy?"

Bebe could only shrug, "Fine. Shaken up, obviously, but fine."

"I'm sure she'd feel better if Stan would stop acting like such a douchebag," Kyle commented, folding his arms over his chest.

Again, Bebe heaved her shoulders with a blank expression, "Stan's angry, too. It's understandable."

"Understandable?" Kyle repeated with a confused chuckle, "The dude sent a naked photo of Wendy to everybody in their entire school – "

"Well, she was just topless, actually."

" – Like it matters," Kyle sniped back. He stopped for a second, blowing out a sad breath, "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"It wasn't exactly my secret to tell," Bebe answered plainly.

"Even when I was treating her like complete shit, though?"

The sense of remorse accompanying Kyle's words made Bebe's soul soar in surprised happiness. Where had all this alluring maturity suddenly come from?

"It's not your fault," she assured him, "You were only looking out for Stan."

The sound of his best friend's name made Kyle groan, "Well, he's definitely giving me less and less reason to now."

"Are you kidding?" Bebe asked with a laugh, "He might have been a little aggressive, but he was doing everything he needed to do to protect Wendy. He was trying to be a man, Wendy's being totally ungrateful."

"Oh, he is not being a man," Kyle countered with a shake of his head, "Wendy's going through hell and Stan's doing nothing but acting like an insensitive, stubborn jerk."

Despite all the insults they were firing into the darkness, a small smile crept its way back across Bebe's lips. There just happened to be something else incredibly noticeable and amazing taking place before her.

She chewed down hesitantly on her bottom lip.

"Are we seriously sticking up for each other's best friend right now?"

Coming to an astute silence, Kyle simply gazed down at Bebe, quickly realising that she was right. In a complete turnaround from how they had both been acting over the last five weeks, Kyle had suddenly placed himself firmly in Wendy's corner, and Bebe in Stan's. The thought almost made the red-head chuckle in disbelief. No matter the situation or circumstance or how well Stan and Wendy happened to be getting along, Kyle and Bebe seemed to always be there to fairly level out the playing field.

They just gelled into place that way. They were the perfect team.

Kyle only hoped that Bebe still felt the same way. His heart was beating with serene delight in his chest, but its rate rapidly started to increase as the reformed quiet between them sent Kyle's mind into paranoid over drive.

This was the first real conversation that the two had shared since early that morning when Kyle had quite successfully managed to shove his entire foot in his mouth and hurt Bebe's feelings. Not to mention he was still yet to address his accidental slip of the tongue from only a couple of hours ago where he had strangely referred to the beautiful blonde as his girlfriend.

Was she still angry with him? Did she think he was a complete bumbling idiot? Or even worse, did she still want absolutely nothing else to do with him?

Swallowing a nervous lump in the back of his throat, Kyle choked on his own words as he attempted to break the prolonged silence, "Look, Bebe, about what I said..."

Kyle stopped himself. He hadn't even decided in his brain which of his foolish statements he was going to try and tackle first. His eyes fell away from Bebe's and scanned the ground beneath him in useless hope of somehow finding the right words. He could only imagine how silly he must have seemed to her. Right as a possible sentence appeared to him, Kyle glanced back up and opened his mouth to speak once more.

But only until Bebe sniped in and cut him off.

"Hey, look!" she exclaimed.

Kyle's mind and expression both went totally blank as he frowned at Bebe. Her eyes were no longer on him, either, and instead her line of vision had drifted to just over his shoulder. Kyle remained confused as he slowly spun around and examined the area behind him to try and figure out what the heck Bebe was suddenly staring at.

In the very next second, the teenage girl pushed past Kyle, nudging him as she did. She only took three or four steps forward as she approached one of the long, black coaches parked to the side. Freezing for a moment, Bebe looked back to Kyle, gazing at him with direct purpose as she pulled back the folding door of the bus that she noticed had been left unlocked and open.

Kyle's eyes widened in utter bewilderment, "Bebe...?"

Before he could question her any further, Bebe simply smirked at Kyle and quickly bounded up the steps of the coach, disappearing behind the door and the black, tinted windows.

"Bebe!" he repeated, trying not to yell too loudly through gritted teeth.

Without stopping to think, Kyle instantly went dashing after her, climbing up the stairs himself. The moment that he stepped foot in the darkened aisle, Kyle came to a screeching stop.

Bebe was standing about half way down the back of the bus. Her back was facing him as she gazed out the rear window for a short couple of moments. As she turned around and laid her eyes back on him, Bebe's heart began to utterly race.

The anticipating silence was absolutely deafening to each of the teenagers. Staring Kyle up and down, Bebe blew out a longing sigh.

To think that not even a day ago she had become so infuriated with him and so hurt by him that she swore she would never have anything to do with ever again. But in the short dozen or so hours since their argument that morning, Kyle had shown Bebe a side of him that she never even knew existed. He had been so sweet and kind and mature. He had diffused the vicious altercation between Stan and Griffin, and he had done all he could to comfort and sympathise with Wendy.

Kyle had acted simply amazing.

And Bebe never wanted him more in her entire life.

Kyle gulped as Bebe took one step towards him. His body was anxiously solid and unmoving, until he impulsively jumped as Bebe reached out and touched his arm. Her grip tightened ever-so-slightly as she came closer to him still – their torsos a mere inch or two apart.

Kyle's breath was rapid as some jittery words left him, "Ya' kn-know, uh... w-we're gonna' get in s-so much trouble if – "

Cutting him off with a defiant shake of her head, Bebe was completely calm as she spoke slowly, "I don't care."

Goosebumps exploded across Kyle's skin as Bebe's lips brushed up against his. The sensation wasn't quite as warm or wet as he would have liked. It wasn't a real kiss. It was an invitation – an invitation for Kyle to make the next move. If he wanted to, of course.

The decision was a simple one.

Each one of his previous thoughts abruptly vanished into thin air as Kyle leant down and kissed Bebe back. Their lips pressed together for a moment longer than their first encounter before the teenage boy pulled back and stared into the emerald green eyes of the girl in front of him. The adoring smile she was projecting back at him instantly quelled all of his concerns as Kyle swiftly clutched at Bebe's waist and tugged her in towards him.

Their next kiss was met with more lust than either of them had felt in the longest time. Bebe stood on her tippy-toes, craning her neck up as she clawed at Kyle's back and lapped at his lips over and over again. Kyle's hands were delicately cupping her jaw for a passionate few seconds before he shifted his grasp way down and pulled Bebe's hips in against his. The blonde girl allowed a heavy breath to expel from her lungs and flow into Kyle's as the two of them gently opened their mouths and dove further into the intense kiss.

Soon enough, while she continued swap saliva with him through their endearing make-out session, Bebe grabbed Kyle's hand and tried to coax him down to the very back of the coach. Immediately taking the hint, Kyle smirked knowingly against Bebe's lips. Tightening his grip around her, the red-head fiercely spun himself and his crush around on the spot and then pulled her along with him down the narrow aisle.

Kyle couldn't quite see or sense where he was going, but eventually he felt his legs crash into the back bench seat of the bus as he collapsed down into it. Bebe broke away from him for only a second before she instantly straddled his legs and settled into his lap.

The feeling of him knotting his hands through her hair and gently tugging at the blonde locks drove Bebe crazy as the smallest possible moan escaped her. She seductively pulled at the strings of his black hoodie before she laced her fingers around the bottom hem of the piece of clothing and lifted it above his head. The baggy jumper soon came free and just happened to bring Kyle's trusty green hat along with it. Bebe only allowed her hands to get lost in Kyle's fiery, red curls for a precious few seconds before she assertively made his tank top join his hoodie on the floor of the bus.

As her manicured nails scraped across his bare skin, Kyle quickly felt his testosterone begin to bubble over the brink of temptation. He slowly moved his kiss away from Bebe's lips and instead pressed his mouth against her neck. He nipped and sucked at the tender skin as he soon followed her lead and unzipped her own jacket. Within a lustful few seconds, Bebe's brown, leather jacket and red shirt were thrown to the side. Kyle's eyes widened to the size of saucepans as he latched his vision to the lacy, red bra she was wearing.

A barely audible muttering left him, "Holy shit..."

Bebe smiled devilishly at him before she attacked his kiss with hers all over again. She was quietly pleased with herself and at how quickly she had basically made him collapse at her knees into a great pile of mush.

In the next moment, Bebe felt goosebumps of anticipation run all across her body as Kyle gently pulled one of her bra straps down the length of her upper arm. He clasped at the underside of her breast and lifted it up and out of the lace cup. At first, he only pecked at the top of her chest, but soon enough, Bebe heard herself hiss through gritted teeth as Kyle licked and sucked at the sensitive skin and gently bit down on her nipple.

Bebe finally caved as an aroused yelp sprang from the back of her throat. The intense sensations consuming her made it difficult to even form a sentence, "If w-we get caught," she paused, moaning as Kyle switched to her other breast, "We c-could get s-suspended..."

Taking a note out of Bebe's play book, Kyle only grinned cheekily, "I don't care."

The commanding tone in his voice sparked an eager sense of submission in Bebe's brain. Her skin simply tingled at the thought of giving her whole body and being to Kyle. He was in full control of her as he reached around and skilfully unclipped her bra with just one hand. Tossing the red negligee into the corner of the back seat, the teenage boy wrapped his arms around Bebe's naked back and pressed their bare chests together as he kissed her again.

Kyle was swimming in pure ecstasy. He was floating on cloud nine. It felt amazingly indescribable to be so close Bebe, to be exploring her and touching her, but also to be sharing one emotion and one heartbeat with her.

In this particular moment, she truly felt like his. Sure, Kyle assumed that it would feel pretty damn good getting this close to any girl, but there was something incomparably special about Bebe. After all, she was the girl he had lost his virginity to. No matter how cloudy or messy that particular circumstance may have been, Kyle and Bebe would always be special to one another in that way.

As Bebe bit down hard on his bottom lip and ran her hands through his knotted, red afro, Kyle felt himself suddenly creep up on the brink of desperation. He knew that he and Bebe had agreed to take things slow after their accidental first encounter all those months ago at her birthday party. But, man, it was getting harder and harder by the millisecond to keep that promise to her.

Just as he began to wonder whether she might be feeling the same way, Kyle froze in sudden expectation as he felt Bebe pop open the button of his jeans and pull down on the top of them. Releasing his lips from hers, Kyle glanced up at Bebe, wide-eyed. The blonde girl shot him a devious stare with a tiny smirk in the corner of her mouth as she seductively licked her lips and brought her voice to a whisper.

"Do you want to?"

Trying not to appear too ridiculously elated, Kyle kept his cool as he casually pulled Bebe further along his lap, "I dunno', do you want to?"

The excitement fell from Bebe's face, "What do you mean you don't know?"

Springing forward, Kyle vigorously shook his head. Apparently he had acted maybe a bit too casually, "No, no, no! I mean, I do, I really do. But I don't want to if you don't want to."

Giggling at him as he rambled on, Bebe leant in and pecked at him again, murmuring against his lips, "I want to."

Kyle could only smile, "Killer."

The next items of clothing to be factored out of the heated equation were both Kyle and Bebe's jeans. The overly-excited teenagers awkwardly wrestled with each other and tried as quickly and simply as possible to remove their shoes and their pants, before Bebe was left sitting in Kyle's lap in nothing but a pair of red panties.

Staring up at her with pure devotion in his eyes, Kyle took a deep breath as he slowed their rapid pace right down. Leaning up to softly kiss her once more, Kyle lifted Bebe slightly from where she sat so she was able to wriggle out of her underwear. The blonde teenager shuddered and blew out a pleasured sigh as the boy opposite her gently caressed her between her legs.

The sensation of Kyle's touch was unbearably perfect as he slowly and tenderly used his fingers to feel around inside of her. Collapsing her head down onto his shoulder, Bebe huffed and moaned out loud again as she impatiently began to fight with the hem of Kyle's briefs. He chuckled at her keen willingness and felt an immediate sense of relief cross over him as the bulge in his underwear was freed from behind the thin material.

The feeling of Bebe's firm grasp was exhilarating as Kyle threw his head back and groaned the second that she wrapped her hand around him. She kissed him again, tying her tongue back together with his. Every single up and down, back and forth motion that she made with her skilful hands pushed Kyle further and further to the edge of absolute pleasure as he hummed with delighted murmurs against her lips.

Their longing and lustful emotions of anticipation were among the most powerful that both Kyle and Bebe had felt in their entire lives. The teenage boy couldn't believe that was about to share himself with her all over again. He was desperate to indulge in the familiar feelings her breath against his mouth, his name on her tongue and the bare skin-on-skin contact.

All of a sudden, as this final thought left him, Kyle's eyes widened in horrified realisation. Just as Bebe had raised herself from his lap and was hovering over him, Kyle abruptly grabbed onto her thighs and brought his voice to shocked, loud volume.

"Shit, wait, wait, stop."

The mood instantly fell devastatingly flat as Bebe froze, bringing her eyes to Kyle's as she innocently fell back down into his lap. There was a mixture of confusion and hurt pooling in her vision as she gulped, "What?"

Kyle sighed. He wanted to kick himself as hard as he possibly could, and for a couple of different reasons. Firstly, for how sharply he had cut Bebe off and stopped her from proceeding. But secondly, and even worse than that, for what he was about to say.

The disappointment was harsh in Kyle's chest, "Bebe... I don't have a condom."

The last word that reluctantly tip-toed off the end of Kyle's tongue made Bebe pause. A tidal wave of detrimental hesitation washed over her as she crinkled her brow and nervously bit down on her lip. Kyle glanced at her with a curious tilt of his head. He could tell that she suddenly seemed to be mulling over something. The softness in his concerned features made butterflies soar into backflips in Bebe's stomach.

The beautiful, blonde girl knew her pill would protect them. But Bebe also knew that she had convinced herself that keeping its existence a secret from Kyle was the best thing for their relationship. She considered her options for a moment longer before the silence could awkwardly stretch on any longer.

Bebe and Kyle had already broken one rule by allowing themselves to get this intimately close in the first place. And besides, Bebe was desperately determined to satisfy the bubbling hormones that ached in her abdomen.

There was no turning back now.

"Kyle," she confessed with a smile, "I'm on the pill."

Kyle's heart skipped a beat as his jaw dropped in amazement, "You're..." he could barely even speak, "You are?"

For a split second, the delight in his face had sent a similar happiness ricocheting across Bebe's entire being. But in the next moment, the smallest possible frown fell into Kyle's expression. Bebe instantly mirrored him. Wasn't this supposed to be good news? Didn't it mean that now they didn't have to bring their abrupt, fiery, passionate encounter to and even sharper halt?

And then just like that, Bebe clicked.

Reading the plain and simply paranoia in Kyle's face, the teenage girl teasingly rolled her eyes at him. The both of them had heard dozens of horror stories about other girls at their school pretending to be on contraception for stupid, ulterior motives.

But Bebe wasn't stupid. And she certainly didn't have any kind of other motives.

"I'm not lying, Kyle," she giggled as she latched her hands around the back of his neck, "I mean, you're pretty great and all, but I wouldn't risk getting pregnant, Jesus Christ."

A severe sense of relief blew out from Kyle's mouth with a sigh, "Just checking," he offered with an apologetic shake of his head, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Bebe timidly shrugged her shoulders, "...I was trying to stop this from happening."

Her words made Kyle shudder. Delicately, he cupped her smooth, soft face and caressed her left cheek with his thumb, "So... how do you feel now?"

Bebe's heart near enough leapt right out of her chest. Her skin tingled all over as Kyle continued to affectionately stroke her cheek.

How did she feel now? To be completely honest, she was actually sort of terrified. Bebe remembered all too clearly how awful it had been for both her and Kyle when they had abruptly cut off all contact with one another after their mishap at her party. Despite what she may have said and thought about him earlier that morning, Bebe never wanted to be without Kyle in her life again.

But everything was different now. Bebe and Kyle had told each other and themselves all those months ago that they would know when the time was right to take their relationship to the next level. For real this time.

And as Bebe shuffled along Kyle's lap and pressed her lips back to his, she knew that now was the right time.

The closer and closer that they got, Kyle could feel himself becoming more and more aroused. He snapped his eyes shut and hissed in delight as Bebe ran her tongue down her hand and then grabbed onto him again. Without a condom, the two were definitely having to improvise to make sure that all the right parts would slip into all the right places easily enough.

But Kyle was done waiting. He wanted Bebe, and he wanted her now.

Lifting her back up slightly, Kyle adjusted himself and began to lower her down as he continued to kiss her. Slowing their heated pace down, Bebe muttered between kisses, "Um... so, question?"

"Mm?"

Bebe tried as hard as she could to form the rest of her sentence while she furiously lapped at her crush over and over again, "There's nothing I should be worried about... um... catching from you that the pill can't stop, right?"

Pulling back from her, Kyle completely deadpanned as he gazed at Bebe's embarrassed face with an obvious expression, "Bebe."

Giggling to herself as she tried to shake the blush from her cheeks, Bebe mocked Kyle with a teasing tone, "Just checking."

Kyle couldn't help but eventually chuckle, as well. The thought of being with any other girl after his first time with Bebe was totally laughable. Just as the thought of being with any girl ever again was quickly becoming absolutely unfathomable to him.

Lowering herself into place, Bebe gasped as the very, very tip of Kyle finally made contact with her insides. Kyle breathed out in amazement at the exact same sensations. Finding her eyes with his, he smiled at her devotedly.

"You sure?"

Bebe's stomach flipped.

"Mhm."

After a few more seconds and a few more forceful attempts, Kyle and Bebe both groaned with pleasure and locked their vision all over again as he finally slipped completely inside of her.

The sensitivity exploding throughout Kyle's body from diving into her unsheathed was unlike anything he ever imagined. The weight of Bebe's bare body on top of him was pushing him into the leather of the back seat of the bus. He could already feel himself breaking out into a heated sweat and sticking to the seat as he leant forward and grasped at Bebe's thighs.

Bebe's breathing was rapid as she relaxed at Kyle's touch. He closely examined her face as he attempted to move her back and forth.

"Is it okay?"

Bebe felt way more than just 'okay'. The feeling of Kyle inside of her was incredible. It was nothing like she remembered – only a million times better. But, of course, with the long time between encounters and the sharp choice of angle also came just the slightest discomfort.

As Bebe grinded her teeth together, she couldn't quite tell if the dull ache stinging at her was pleasure or pain. She joined her hands with Kyle's and kissed him again before bringing her voice back to a low volume.

"Just... just give me a sec, just stay still for a second."

Doing as he was commanded, Kyle felt himself shiver in anticipation as Bebe grabbed tightly at his shoulders and stiffened the muscles in her legs. The second that she slowly hoisted herself up and back down again on his length, Kyle moaned.

"Holy fucking shit..."

Bebe smirked at the desperation in his pleased words. Pushing through the trivial twinges in her abdomen, the beautiful blonde teenager moved up and down a second time, forcing Kyle back out and in to her again. As she came back down, she crashed completely into his lap, earning another groan of ecstasy from him. She echoed his delighted noises, finally feeling the pleasure she had been searching for as the collision sent Kyle even deeper inside of her.

Clutching at her hips and pinching her soft skin, Kyle held Bebe as she continued to bounce on top of him. He tightened his grip, suddenly using every ounce of his strength to assist her movements. He lifted her up over and over again, quickening their pace, faster and faster until he finally heard her release another high pitched noise.

Bebe's lips were pressed together as a sensual squeal reverberated from the back of her throat. The muscles in her legs were already utterly exhausted as she came back down on Kyle for a final time and started moving back and forth instead. Kyle groaned as he dug his hands into her thighs, pushing her away and pulling her back in towards him as fast as he could.

Their breathing was in perfect time with one another's – a heavy, rhythmic huffing accompanied by a gentle moan every few thrusts. Keeping the pace for herself, Bebe suddenly threw her head back and cried out loud as Kyle removed one of his hands from her thigh and began rubbing at her between her legs. Her pleasured shouts only made his testosterone flow throughout his body at a more intense rate.

He licked his lips, trying to stumble over a sentence, "I don't... ah..." he stuttered, "I don't remember it feeling like this..."

Bebe spat out a small laugh as she leant back into him. She passionately bit at his lips more than kissed him as she offered a reply, "We were drunk, dumbie."

Kyle copied her chuckles as he nodded his head in agreement. Their first night together may have been a little hazy and hard to recall, but Kyle was certain he would remember every single, tiny, passionate moment of this night. Bebe would make sure of it.

"So," she spoke seductively, suddenly reducing their pace as she started grinding back and forth in his lap much slower, "How does it feel?"

Catching the mischievous twinkle in her eye as she shot a sexy smile at him and tugged on his red curls, that was about all Kyle was able to take.

In one swift movement, he fiercely grabbed at Bebe's waist and tossed her to his left. She landed with a gentle thud and a surprised groan on the long, back seat of the coach, all while Kyle managed to stay inside of her. He swivelled around, too, lying Bebe out flat on her back as he positioned himself on top of her.

Kissing her deeply for a second or two, Kyle moved his mouth back to her neck, nibbling and pecking as he murmured her name, "Bebe, you're amazing."

Bebe blew out a breath of pure elation as she was finally able to lie back and relax as Kyle set to work on pumping in and out of her. The seat was very narrow. Bebe had one leg stretched out on it, but her other was dangling over the edge with her foot in their pile of clothing on the floor. Kyle was completely on top of her, trying not to force his knees in any uncomfortable places as he kept his balance above her.

Neither of them were allowing their lack of sexual experience to hinder any of the movements they were making or the sensations they were experiencing. Every single, tiny motion was pure bliss. Arching her back to assist him, Bebe suddenly gasped as Kyle clutched at her hips and pushed into her even deeper.

They were both very, very close to exploding into one another. Bebe didn't want the feeling to ever end. She had never felt more alive in her entire life than how she felt sharing these lustful moments with Kyle. But as he soon sucked in a deep breath and pushed himself to move harder and faster, Kyle leant back down to Bebe.

The second that her bit and kissed and sucked at her chest for a second time, it was quickly all the pleasure that either of them could succumb to for any longer.

"Oh, fuck!" Bebe yelped at full volume, "Kyle..."

The teenage boy's jaw clenched as he groaned just as loudly as her, "Bebe..."

The sensation was absolutely surreal as their climax swiftly crept up on them and sent them shooting above the clouds. They both cried out together, their hearts thumping in their chests harder than ever before. As they were both gasping for breath, Kyle's adrenalin finally wore off, revealing just how exhausted and sore each of his muscles were as he fell down on top of Bebe.

Their skin stuck together with sweat as Kyle's weight caved in on Bebe's chest. Gently rolling her towards the edge of the seat, Kyle held her in place so she wouldn't fall off as he carefully pulled out of her. He swapped places with her, lying on the leather seat on his side with his back pressed up against it. There was just enough room for the blonde cheerleader to lie facing her crush with her head buried into his chest.

Bebe pecked sweetly at Kyle's bare pectoral with her lips as he affectionately ran his hand through her luscious, blonde locks. The amazed silence was only broken by their heavy gasping until they both finally caught their breath.

They remained quiet for a second longer, hugging each other tightly until Kyle abruptly spied a hair tie sitting around Bebe's wrist.

"Oh, thank God," he heaved, snatching it from her as he pulled his ridiculously tangled and messy curls out of his face, "I swear, one of these days I'm just gonna' fuckin' cut it all off."

"Don't you dare!" Bebe instantly huffed, teasingly slapping his shoulder, "I will never forgive you if you get rid of the Jew-fro."

Chuckling at her menacing threat, Kyle pulled Bebe closer and gently kissed her own gorgeous curls. As she settled into his warm embrace, and both of their heavy chests finally relaxed, a calm silence swept over them.

The steamy air of the coach which had moments ago been filled with cries and moans was now perfectly peaceful and quiet. Kyle held Bebe close, delicately stroking her arm. It only felt like a mere few minutes ago where his mind had been uncomfortably crammed with a thousand stressful thoughts. Thoughts of Stan's argument with Wendy and his confrontation with Griffin. Thoughts of how Wendy must be feeling and whether or not any of them were going to get out of this weekend without running into Griffin again. Thoughts of all the stupid things that he had said over the past day, too.

But now, Kyle's only thoughts were of Bebe. And not about whether she was angry at him or if she was ever going to speak to him again. In fact, Kyle didn't even have a single concern or fear about he and Bebe slipping back into a regret filled awkwardness with one another. All the teenage boy could think about was how happy and complete he suddenly felt, and how he didn't want to ever come close to losing Bebe again.

Kyle was finally ready to make damn sure that he never would.

"So... will you be my girlfriend?"

And into the darkness, Bebe smiled.

"Okay."

So, after all the crap and arguing and nonsense that we've all had to put up with over the last few chapters, I figured you were all finally due something happy and fun! Yay!

Please fell free to leave me a review and let me know just how happy you actually are that Kyle and Bebe are finally together! Let's just hope they make it work a lot better than Stan and Wendy are right now...

Thanks guys! I really appreciate hearing what you all think :)

Till next time guys,

Reneyyyyyy x