Chapter 7
Wendy wanted to avoid him today if at all possible. She had been able to keep her thoughts at bay all morning through the strength of sheer willpower, but the idea of seeing him after he received her..."gift" was frightening. It opened a cool pit of fear deep in her chest. What if he took it as an invitation? After all, Cartman wasn't known for leaving a challenge unanswered. She started beating herself up in her head- stupid stupid stupid, just when things were starting to go my way-but she couldn't do that for long. She checked her watch just long enough to realize that unless she rode her bike at top speed, she was going to be late for class. She latched her helmet onto her head, slung her bookbag over her shoulder and conserved her energy for the ride over.
As much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't just LEAVE him sitting there, smug and knowing that he had something over her. It didn't work when they were kids and it wouldn't work now, regardless of the fact that he was easily stronger than she was. When it came to brains, she wouldn't let herself be outdone, and she knew she couldn't forgive herself if she let him get away with his bullshit.
The school day flew by ridiculously quickly, and with each class, Wendy felt that uncomfortable coldness in her chest until she realized that Cartman hadn't come to class all day. There were no snide remarks or thinly veiled insults and digs. Somehow she almost missed it...but then the coldness came back when she realized that he'd need the notes from class and she'd have to go by his house (OH GOD, ALONE IN HIS ROOM, the panicked thought rocketed through her mind) in order to keep her end of their bargain. Now she really regretted her stunt. She knew that there was going to be something waiting for her, and the tickling dread in her stomach wasn't altogether convinced if it would be great after all or the worst possible thing.
After classes were done for the rest of the day, she hung around the campus, trying to put off the inevitable. She stopped by the computer lab and checked her email, but as usual, none of her friends had sent her anything. She checked her social networking page, but it was mostly other people talking about how great THEIR lives were OFF IN COLLEGE LAND and for the hundredth time, she wanted to throw up with jealousy. She wasn't just making a bet with Cartman because he made her feel this way, she reminded herself, because it was always drama in some horrifyingly epic way whenever they clashed, because it would keep her mind off the fact that she was going down a path that would probably never lead her to where she wanted to be.
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The sun was going down and the wind was picking up by the time she rode her bike up to the front of his house and cable-locked it around the tree in the front yard. She sent a text message to her mom about studying with classmates so she wouldn't get suspicious- when it was about school, her parents never asked any questions, to them, she was their intellectual and they never seemed as proud of her as when she was raking in academic awards and certificates.
She knocked on the door softly-maybe she could just leave the notes in his mailbox or something-the thought was barely out before Mrs. Cartman opened the door and smiled in that sappy sweet way she always seemed to have ready at her disposal.
"Well hello there, you must be one of Eric's little community college friends," she said, as though she had just found a basket of kittens and sunshine out on the doorstep, "Are you here to help Eric study again? I am so glad that his classmate is taking an interest in helping him do well!"
"Uh, well," Wendy stammered a little before catching herself, " So here are the notes I took in class, I'd really appreciate if you could get them to Ca-er-Eric for me."
"Nonsense! Let me just call him- ERIC HONEY YOUR FRIEND IS HERE," she shouted, and for some reason, Wendy couldn't help but feel the color rising to her cheeks.
He came down the stairs without a word, wearing black boot cut jeans and a long-sleeved burgundy button-up shirt. Both were wrinkled and looked like he had just picked them out of a pile from the floor. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but he didn't address her when he was speaking.
"Why yes, ma, this is Wendy, and we're going to go up and study just like yesterday," he said, his voice disturbingly even.
Somehow, though, he kept his eyes locked on hers in a way that instantly let her know that he wouldn't let her go, not without a fight. Wendy couldn't imagine what would happen if it all came out in front of his mom, so she simply nodded as though nothing was wrong and followed him up the stairs.
He closed the door behind her and she knew she was trapped, but she wasn't sure what that meant and her panties were starting to get wet again, regardless of what she kept trying to tell her brain.
"You made a mistake," he said, turning to face her.
"What...what do you mean?" her voice quivered a little.
He came closer to her and she backed up, feeling her body tense up.
"Hmmm...I know that smell," he sniffed, getting down on his knee and bringing his face down to her crotch level, "That's your horny smell. I know what it is now."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," she tried to brush past him but he grabbed her by the wrist and she swung around, falling backwards onto his bed.
"We give off scents, you know," he moved dangerously quickly, his nose suddenly pressed against hers, his body over her but not quite touching her at all, "Can you smell me? Do you know how to recognize mine?"
She shivered, unconsciously falling back into that memory of the pillow, the scent of his hair imprinted onto the fabric.
He leaned down, his mouth next to her left ear and whispered in a dangerously quiet voice, "Do you want to know what we'd smell like together?"
She felt her whole face growing hot with a blush, as he brought down some of his weight, slowly so she was pushing up against his stomach and torso.
"Tell me you want it," he purred softly, "And we can find out."
"I-" she was breathing short and shallowly.
"Look me in the eye and tell me no and I'll let you go," he said, meeting her gaze with his own eyes, grinning defiantly, all the while feeling the color rising to his own cheeks, mirroring her blush.
Her stomach was in knots, she couldn't breathe, but it had nothing to do with his weight pressing against her, his face millimeters from her own. She closed her eyes, she couldn't bear to look at him another second, she'd fall into her weakness, fall into his eyes and then there would be nothing left but raw animal desire, unrestrained and wild.
"Don't..." she said, and he moved up, no longer touching her, and that made her moan softly, "Don't...go..."
It was then that she found herself attached to him, like their bodies were merging together through sheer magnetism. Their kisses were so deep it was as though they were trying to crawl into one another's body. Her head, her heart and her womb felt like they were on fire, why did this feel so fucking good? He gasped and she mewled, both of them grabbing the backs of one another's heads, digging fingers through hair, angling to kiss deeper, locking their faces in lust.
He felt something stir inside of him, a papery rustle through his heart. Something blindingly achy and light began to grow into a full pulse pounding roar inside of him. His head filled again with light and heat, feeling as though his very soul was on fire with desire. How could SHE do this to him? Why HER? He hated the fact that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, and even now, they both felt powerless to stop what was happening- their bodies were like a long line of dominos, set up in a chain reaction, falling into one another, running their bodies through pent-up lust and longing and anger and competitiveness.
When she unbuttoned his shirt, she felt like someone else was controlling her fingers, as though she was looking at it from far away. When she rubbed her fingers against the soft hair on his puffy chest, tracing his nipples, she couldn't help but feel like a scientist looking at some sort of specimen, the rest of her brain locked in animal lust, kissing and clawing at his body. He took her chin in his thumb and pulled it up to meet her lips in deep, hot throaty kisses. She moaned into him, and he melted with each one, reciprocating gladly.
He tugged at her pants, and she felt afraid for the first time, grabbing his hand and instead bringing them up to the bottom of her shirt and she felt him sit up, getting up in an upright position long enough for him to pull the shirt over her head, leaving her in only her bra. She blushed when she realized that this was the first time anyone had looked at her in her underwear like this.
"You...you're so," he breathed, humming with desire, "...oh god..."
He touched her then, clumsily running his hands on her breasts, surprisingly warm and a little rough. She felt her nipples hardening with the touch and he smiled a little wickedly at that.
"Looks like you're-" he said and she stopped him there with her lips, kissing him as he rubbed her over her bra, and using her own hands to reach behind and unclasp the back. He ran his fingers over her nipples, then, feeling them spring up under his fingertips, hard and erect. He broke off their kiss as she moaned a little in the back of her throat and took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking around it with his tongue. She wondered momentarily where he had learned this little trick, before she couldn't think anymore because oh god it felt so good. He began to massage the other breast, taking his mouth off of the first and moving to the second, the cold air enhancing the pleasure of the first and she breathed in sharply, her head feeling like it was filling up with pleasure and nothing else. He played with her, mercilessly teasing her breasts until he couldn't stand it any longer.
"I want you," he hissed breathlessly into her ear, feeling his body unconsciously bring his groin down and grind into hers, "I want you to want me too."
Her head was so full of light, she couldn't think straight, all she could do was moan at the thought of actually seeing IT, the very thing that she had etched into her mind from the night before.
"Tell me that you want me," he said, grabbing her hands and putting them near the button of his pants, "Open your present."
Her fingers were sloppy from being drunk with lust and desire. She got the button open and unzipped the zipper. He was wearing the jeans below his gut, and she pulled them down easy from his hips, leaving him in his boxers. There was a telltale lump protruding underneath and she almost couldn't breathe. He kicked off the pants and stood up so she could be closer at that level. She felt like she was pulling them down from far away and almost giggled when his erection bounced out from under the elastic of the boxer's band. She pulled the boxers down the best she could before he had kicked them off and all she could do was stare at his bare cock.
It was so hard, the head poking out almost like a turtle's, a small vein running up the top of the shaft. He had a small bush of pubic hair but his testicles were still quite visible underneath and they were quite large indeed. She couldn't really tell how long he was, but suddenly she couldn't help herself- she wanted to feel him in her mouth, she wanted to see how freaked out he would be if she slipped her lips over the head of his cock.
"So Wehhh-hhehhehehhhhhhnnnnn," was all he said when she looked up at him straight in the eye and proceeded to slip his cock into her mouth.
"Ahhnnnn!" he cried, trying to cover his mouth so he wouldn't be so loud. She looked up and gave him a wicked grin, running her teeth gently over his cock and then using her tongue to lick around the shaft, increasing the pressure of her lips.
"HAHNNNNN! FUCK-NOGODWENDYNO-AHN!" he was incoherent, his legs quivering. He was losing control, and she loved that she made him get to that point, to lose himself.
She brushed her hair from one side without letting up, and he couldn't help but look down at her, deeply into her eyes watching her mouth rubbing him in a place that no one else had ever touched before.
"I'm going to-" he choked out, and she stopped moving completely, looking up defiantly at him.
He was stunned. She had complete control over him and he couldn't remember how that had happened. She began licking and nibbling gently on him, but every time he started to tense up to get to the point of no return, she'd stop, giving him that infuriating look like she knew what he wanted but she wasn't quite yet ready to give it to him.
After a few minutes of this, he was starting to get frustrated. Was she ever going to let him cum? His look said as much and somehow she realized it.
"Come here," she said, pulling him down to meet her lips. She tasted good, a little salty from his pre-cum leaking into her mouth but nothing weird or bad. So much for girls' mouths being so much dirtier.
She grabbed her breasts and pulled them apart her face deep red with lust and embarrassment at what she was about to say, "I want it here, just in case you're wondering if I consent to this whole...whatever this is..."
He placed his cock between her breasts obligingly, and moaned when he felt her squish them together, creating a warm tight place for him to rub against. Her lingering saliva gave him perfect friction and before he could think about anything else, his body was humping furiously away, wishing that he could be inside her, but god this was amazing in and of itself.
When his balls began to ache with pleasure, he moaned so loudly that he was sure his mom would hear and come up the stairs to ask what was wrong. Before he knew what was happening, he was ejaculating, wave after wave of pulsating pleasure forcing his brain into a messy orgasmic oblivion.
The heat and warmth of his cum surprised her, but in some sick and twisted way she was also proud of it, like it was proof that she had won, like she was above it all. He collapsed next to her, running his fingers through her soft hair and wanting to hold her close, but she had to take care of business now that the haze was mostly gone. She went over to his bedside table to get tissues to wipe up the mess on her chest. He watched her walk topless, feeling himself twitch inside to watch her hips sway as she moved. It was like some hazy dream, one that neither of them was quite sure was real. She noticed him looking and exaggerated the swing of her ass, noticing with some pride that his now-flaccid penis was twitching a little even now.
He couldn't let her win, though. He knew that she was lording it over him, even in his post-orgasm reverie, and that was unforgivable.
He began by kissing her lips, her neck, moving down her breasts, licking her nipples until she sighed in this infuriatingly cute and sexy way, rubbing his hands over her stomach (she flinched a little when he reached the pouchy area under her belly button, but he simply kissed it again without saying anything disparaging. He kissed her hips, making her gasp, and began to unbutton her jeans clumsily, his big fingers catching on the button clasp and he cursed when he poked himself in he finger with the sharp end of the zipper pull.
She couldn't push him away, he was all strength and hands and passion. His desire washed over her, a wave of heat that overwhelmed her, like a wolf at her throat. She laid back on the bed, her hair splayed out like a fan behind her, gasping as the fabric of her jeans slid down in a deliciously naughty way from her hips, over her thighs, and down her knees past her toes. She became all-too aware about the heat emanating from between her legs under her shell-pink panties, like a beacon advertising how much her body wanted this, regardless of what her rational brain tried to scream at her, the need of her body simply drowned it out.
He kissed her around the hem of her panties.
"Oh!-ahhhhhh," she moaned, trying to cover her mouth with her hands, closing her eyes in embarrassment at the sounds coming from her mouth.
He smiled, thinking about how their game had deepened. He had a tally in his head- he wanted to get her louder than he had gotten, to prove to her that she wasn't just here because he had tricked her, or some other bullshit rationalization she would probably try and come up with later when all of this was over. He made up his mind-he was going to fuck her until she could only think about him, about wanting him, about being attached to him and him alone. He tried to dismiss the little voice in the back of his head that reminded him that he mirrored that desire. It was too terrifying to imagine anyone, much less Wendy Testeberger having that power over him. It was much easier to imagine that somehow, he was simply continuing their game of one-upping each other, wrapped in eternal conflict of hate and love and sex and revulsion.
He brought his mouth close to the tight, supple skin on her thighs, supplying small kisses and licks from her knees to where her thighs met her hips. The foggy heat of between her legs was so fucking hot in more than one way. He felt his cock twitching again, rising halfway at the thought that this was for him; he had done this to her. He ran a finger under the elastic of her panties and she gasped, her legs twitching. He was going so damn slow- she could barely stand it.
Her clit felt like it was about to explode. Her hands went down to the elastic band on her panties, trying to pull them down a little to show him what she really wanted, but his hands caught hers, fingers entwining and pulled them away so they were on either side of her, pinning them down. He brought his face down to the waistband, grabbing it gently with his teeth and slowly pulling them down to reveal her neatly trimmed pubic mound, the elastic slipping halfway down the sides of her thighs. He released the material, his tongue licking around the inside of her upper hip, around the top of her pubic mound, enjoying how she twitched like electricity was running through her entire body. He grabbed the elastic in his teeth again and more forcefully pulled down until the elastic came free of her thighs, pulling them down low enough so she was laid bare to his eyes. She mewled with surprise and excitement, feeling the air against her bare skin, hot shallow puffs of his breath rising to meet her own inner heat and lust as he stared, his face a mixture of pure lust and shock.
God, it was beautiful- he never thought he'd think that about anything below a woman's waist. It was wet and hot and aching just for him, he had no doubt. He released her hands to pull her panties the rest of the way down her legs, freeing her completely and smiled when she instantly spread her legs, like a flower opening up to show its beauty to the sun.
He flashed her a wicked smile, even though she had moved her hands back to her face and was half-covering her eyes with open fingers, not sure if she wanted to look to see him-ERIC CARTMAN- bringing his lips to her most private of places, kissing her hotly, bringing up his fingers to insert them into her body-ah!- the first time she'd ever-fucking hell!-had anyone put-oh god!-their fingers inside of her body. She raised up her knees, bucking into his touch as he slid his finger into her, amazed at how hot and rich her wetness was and how not bothered in the least he was at getting it on himself.
"Nyahhhh," she said, embarrasedly, "Plee-please..."
"Please, what?" he said, trying to keep his voice even as his own erection sprang back to full veracity.
"Your -aawwhhh- fingers..." she trailed off, feeling her body tensing, "Mahhh-mmmmoore!"
He brought his middle and forefinger together, twisting them inside of her and pulling in and out, his thumb lightly resting against her clit.
"Ahh, too much!" she cried out- her clit was so sensitive, that his touch practically hurt like hell.
He withdrew his thumb, and she bucked against his hand, her mind a million miles away, awash in pleasure.
"Fuck, Eric, I'm-nygehhhhh!" she came without warning, her walls twitching and pulling on his fingers like they had a mind of their own. He couldn't help but smile at this victory, knowing he'd made her do something that she'd never admit he could do to her, that she couldn't help but scream his name.
He licked his fingers, tasting that earthy spiciness and shot her a wicked look.
Her body went limp, feeling the pleasure die down into a glowing heat, radiating outward from her heart. It was then she looked at him with something bordering on love and gratitude, something beyond her control.
He moved onto her, his face close to hers, whispering deliciously in her ear.
"I want to be inside of you," his breath was hot, his words almost like a dare.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she felt the ache rising in her womb, "Do you have...?"
"What, a condom? No," he finished her thought, and her chest leaped with a strange mixture of anticipation and fear.
"I have a proposition for you," he continued, "I"m going to put my bare cock inside of you, and you're going to tell me when to stop. If you don't tell me to stop, I'm going to keep going, ok?"
"I-I bet that you can't make me cum again anyway," she said, blushing deeply, "After all, that first time must have been a fluke!"
She couldn't take back what she said and almost instantly regretted saying it. Why was she still so willing to put herself at risk, just to see him squirm?
His eyes widened- he had expected her to stop him, so he could gloat, victorious at the ultimate freak-out, but his body stiffened, aching madly just thinking about doing it. He couldn't just give up and let her know that he'd been half-bluffing.
"Oh, so you think I can't, do you?" his grinned evily, showing his teeth and rubbing the head of his cock against her, feeling those pink lips folding back, still wet and hot to the touch.
She gritted her teeth, trying not to show him how fucking good it felt, "O-of course not!"
"Even when I do THIS?" he grunted as the head of his cock entered her body. So. Fucking. Good.
"N-Ahn!" she gasped- it was so much more filling than his fingers. SO. FUCKING. GOOD.
"Why aren't you bleeding, bitch?" he growled into her ear, "You-AHN-haven't done this before, have you?"
"SHUT UP!" her anger flared up and she pushed into him, taking in his entire length until she could feel it bump up against her cervix.
He groaned, his head filling with pleasure, but he couldn't stop himself from pushing her further, "Oh, so who was it? Stan with his tiny little gay cock? Kenny with his poor trash cock? Making you bleed for the first time like a dirty little slut?"
"You fucking ass," she hissed back at him, gasping as he plunged back and forth inside of her, pressing his weight onto her, "For your-augh-fucking infor-haa!-mation, I broke my hymen-nyahn-when I did the-yah!-splits too quickly as a kid."
"Oh...really?" he could only really manage a couple words at a time, his body was tensing and he was breathing more and more rapidly, sweat pooling at his temples.
"Yes-ummph- really," she narrowed her eyes and looked at him defiantly, "It fucking HURT, fatass."
He couldn't keep talking- he was going to fuck this up, oh god, he had never felt so much pleasure in his life- he didn't want to stop doing this to her, putting her in her place, marking her body as his and his alone. He drew close to her again, and she turned her face away from him, which made his stomach lurch uncomfortably.
"Look me in the eyes when I fuck you," he hissed at her, and she turned to look him then, lunging at his neck and sinking her teeth into him, making him gasp at the sudden pain.
"Fuck! What was that for!" he shouted, but he knew exactly why and she gave him the same toothy smile that he had given her only a few minutes before. There was something in that smile that drove him wild, defying all reason. She met his lips this time, kissing him fiercely and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, hard and fast, mirroring his cock.
"You want this, don't you?" he said in a singsong voice. "You want me to shoot my cum deep inside of you!"
He had been the first to say what both of them had been trying wildly to deny. There was no going back from it.
The idea was terrifying and hot beyond belief at the same time.
Wendy felt her mind racing to places it had never gone before. He was so strong with his weight on her, his bare cock thrusting into her, making a horribly naughty wet sound. His mouth was tracing hers, wanting her, pressing his scent into hers with his body, his need, and her body was matching him thrust for thrust, so wet and tight, squeezing his cock like she had been made just for that purpose.
She imagined feeling him pulsating, shooting his load deep into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head, unable to tell him to stop even if she'd wanted him to do so. Ah, she could get pregnant if he came inside of her, but part of her brain, the animal part was aching to feel their mating come to fruition, to allow him to fuck her, make his baby grow in her womb.
"You'd be so hot with a baby bump," he said, almost like he was reading her mind. To be honest, he'd had thoughts like this before, and every time they had left him with a raging hard-on. The idea of truly owning her body by making her carry his unborn child was like some sick and twisted desire that he couldn't turn away from, could no longer deny. He had known somewhere in his brain when he had brought his wager to her that this was what he had meant by making her belong to him.
She was moaning constantly now, she felt like she was losing her sense of Self, her body rocking with pleasure as he slid in and out of her, his pubic mound grinding into her clit, and he couldn't deny that the sexy noises she was making combined with how wet she was, her vagina clenching around him tightly and her lips against his were making it hard to delay his orgasm.
"You're going to come, aren't you?" he broke his lips from hers and whispered breathlessly in her ear.
"Please...ahhhhhhhhhh...Eric..." she could barely speak.
"I'm so close," he replied, gasping, "Your fucking cunt is so good, I can't help it...I..AH! FUCK! YESSSSSSSSS!"
He sped up, and she knew that he was going to come soon and there was no way he was going to pull out. His cock bottomed out against her cervix, making her gasp and writhe under him. She felt her orgasm building and she knew that it wasn't just because he was pounding against her most sensitive place, her mind was getting off on the thought of him filling her to the brim with his cum.
She grasped him, holding him so tightly she thought she'd break. It was then that their eyes met and they both knew that they were thinking the same thing. It was all so fucked up, but god it was so good. He moaned her name long and low, almost unintelligibly and she knew that he was past the point of no return.
They couldn't stand it anymore- both of them hit their peaks, the pulsating shudders of his body sending her over the edge as his testicles contracted, sending jets of semen through his cock and pouring up against her cervix. She felt so wet and full, her whole body melted into her orgasm- it was like her entire body was contracting back and forth in pulsating bliss. Her womb felt like it was greedily sucking up every drop of cum, and god it felt amazing.
He shuddered, resting on her without crushing her, holding himself inside, trying to keep this fullness, this connection as long as he could. As if in answer, she brought her legs up and wrapped them around his torso as much as she could, angling up against him even more. She could feel him twitching inside of her still, his body working out the pathways of bliss in his nervous system.
He kissed her softly, wondering how all of this had escalated so quickly, wondering if she felt the same. She met his kiss with no resistance, her face was completely open and it was obvious that she was past the point of reason or coherent language. She was still pulsing gently around him, trying to squeeze out any extra drops of semen he had left.
"You crazy bitch," he said breathlessly, "Don't make me need you like this."
"Ahhhhhnnn...Eric," she finally managed to say his name and he hated how much her vulnerability made him want to protect her.
Her hand weakly rose up to touch his face and his heart melted when she looked at him with those faraway eyes.
"Don't make me sleep in the wet spot," she said, more like a whisper than anything.
What...DID SHE JUST SAY! The anger rose in him again. He pulled out of her and stomped over to the tissues at the head of his bed, throwing some at her so she could clean herself up too. He cleaned himself up, tossed the tissues in the trash and pulled a new pair of boxers on. Then he pulled back the bedsheets from the bed and in an exaggerated motion wrapped them over his own shoulder and turned to the wall. She was sitting at the foot of the bed now, sliding on her panties and shivering as she realized that it was actually pretty damn cold in the room in the absence of lust.
"You could...come under the covers if you want to," he said to the wall, trying not to sound like he needed her.
"Well, if you didn't keep your fucking room like an ice box, I wouldn't have to," she scoffed, finally recovering from the orgasmic afterglow.
He felt her slip in under the covers.
"Move over, fatass," she said softly and not at all like the Wendy he knew, snuggling into his back.
He turned to face her and brought her into his arms, "Whatever, ho," he said, trying not to look her in the eyes and blushing a little, as though his words could make her believe that he wasn't feeling horribly and sickeningly attached to her in a way that was utterly alien to him.
"You should know something," she said, finally, nuzzling into his neck, freaking him out at how comfortable, how right it felt to him.
"Oh yeah? Well I think you should know something too," he sniffed. She hated how infuriatingly adorable he looked at that moment.
Their noses met and their eyes widened as both said it at the same time.
"I always win."
The End...?
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