Wendy woke up refreshed snuggling into the covers. Stan had been forced to sleep on the floor with the bedroom door open for the pass week. His mom had thrown a fit about decency and Wendy didn't mind. She had two months with Stan and at the lake they would be sharing a room, parent-less. The sheets still smelled like him though and she sighed into the pillow as the last cloud of sleep left her. Stan was already up, his spot on the floor cool to the bottom of her feet. He was more excited about the trip then she was and had stayed up packing all night. She had been shocked to hear Cartman wouldn't be coming, a chance to see girls in two pieces should have been Cartman bait.
Almost the whole high school was going to be there, her and Stan carpooling with Bebe and Kenny. Kyle had to stay home due to family issues which seemed to have lifted a weight off the whole group. The smell of bacon and eggs coasted Wendy down stairs where everyone was already eating. A plate had been set aside for her in the microwave only taking a few moments to heat back up. Stan rushed through his breakfast and rushed out the door, apparently to go say good bye to Kyle before they left for a week.
Wendy took the time to shower, get dressed, and check to see what Stan had packed. It was everything. For the two of them he had six bags filled with everything he could get his hands on including winter clothes and every sock in the house. Pulling everything out she organized the mess into enough clothes for a week, there was a washer and drier out there that they could use so seven pairs of pants weren't needed, or pants at all. Wendy sighed as she packed away shorts. She couldn't help but hold a pair of hers and Stan's up together, he had always been skinny and even with the added muscle his waist line was still smaller then hers. Damn her wide hips! Folding the pairs into their separate suitcases she couldn't help but to wonder what size Cartman wore. He hadn't looked double wide like he used to next to the other boys but there was still width. Wendy blushed as she realized where that line of thought was going swallowing down a sinking feeling.
Pushing those thoughts aside she beamed with pride at the two neatly packed suitcases in front of her. Just in time she thought as she hear Stan close the door and saw Bebe pulling up with Kenny in her shiny new car. She had become a total slut but still managed to not catch a thing but Kenny's heart, if that could be considered any less dangerous. He didn't mind her sleeping around, in fact she was sure it turned him on to hear about her escapades later.
Stan wasn't surprised to see that she had repacked their bags and was probably relieved. Picking up the two bags he leaned in for a kiss his face flushed and warm against hers, he must have run there and back to be so out of breath. A honk outside broke the kiss, Kenny yet again ruining a good moment, they could see him leaned over Bebe and mashing on the horn. Stan's parents told them to have fun and waved them away closing the door before they had even gotten into the car. The trunk barely had room for their two small suitcases, the back overflowing with make up bags and and pink luggage. A small brown duffel bad could be seen at the bottom, probably Kenny's, smothered and out of place in all the pink. Getting in the back seat Bebe flew into an explosion of conversation drowning out anything the boys may have wanted to talk about. It was going to be a long ride for them and Bebe constantly turned to look at Wendy barely missing other vehicles on the road.
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Cartman had been sitting on his thoughts for a week and came to a conclusion. He was in love with Wendy and it was all her fault, the bitch would have to pay. He had a plan, it wasn't as evil and devious as he would have liked but it involved stealing Wendy away from Stan before he was ready and that sounded evil enough. Then he'd make her his bitch through psychological warfare. He laughed to himself quietly mashing the buttons on his controller. He had looked forward to this game but now that he had his own diabolical plan it almost seemed pointless.
The rest of the week he kept an eye on facebook, everyone had added him as a formality and at one point followed a blog of his but that was all in the past. Everyone's posts matched up give or take a few details but everything was happening that he thought would happen. Kenny was naked a lot, girls lost their tops, the food was good, the water was too cold, and overall a great time. The last day of the trip a post popped up that sent him into a rage. Stan and Wendy had sealed the deal, it was all over, all Wendy had to do was tell Bebe and the world would know. That son-of-a-bitch didn't even love her, he was using her.
Then the irony hit him. Stan was the good boy and he was supposed to be the one manipulating everything and now here he was audience to someone elses dirty deeds feeling what everyone else must have felt whenever he pulled of a plan. Not that it changed anything inside of him, he still planned on fulling his current plan and any that may happen afterwords. It wasn't about making other people feel miserable it was about filling a hole that had been festering inside of him for years.
Tomorrow when everyone else got back he would be waiting. He would find a way to get Wendy alone and he'd strike. Like cat and mouse he would drag her back home and tell her everything. If he couldn't have her he would make sure no one else wanted her. The thought sent chills down his spine and made his heart race with anticipation. Turning off his game he retreated into his bedroom closing the door behind him. Mom wasn't home but it made him feel better as he pulled his pants down revealing a bulge constrained by his boxers. Taking those off he grabbed the base gently and stroked up focusing on Wendy's face, her eyes, her mouth. He started stroking slowly bringing his mind to her boobs popping out of her top and his eyes trailing down to her waist line. He imagined her body against hers, struggling as he violated her, raped her. Climaxing he cleaned up his mess and gathered his clothes back up. He had some preparing to do before he saw Wendy again.
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So far summer break had lived up to everything Wendy could have ever wanted. She had been hanging out with all her fiends, saw her home town again, and finally did it with Stan. It was a wonderful night and he was gentle and had come prepared with protection. She wasn't sure if she wanted to keep it a secret but after thinking about it it sounded silly at her age. The second she told Bebe it was all out. Stan got high fived and Wendy got surrounded by girls anxious to hear about her first time. The only one who seemed indifferent was Kenny but he had been mild the whole time.
A water park visit was planned for next weekend. Stan had been forced into a part time summer job by his folks to help pay for college so the rest of the summers plans revolved around his schedule. Wendy didn't mind this much since it gave her time to hang out with other friends. Today her and Bebe were going to the mall to window shop, Kenny included. She was skeptical about Kenny joining them but apparently he went too oogle other girls and in exchange carried their bags.
Wendy didn't buy anything but Bebe had a credit card for every store giving Kenny quite a work out. It was a Monday so the mall wasn't very packed despite it being summer vacation leaving them their pick of seats at the food court. Kenny had lost out on their deal today, anything without a dick was either too old or too young. Not that age mattered to Kenny but not many twelve year olds had the tits he was looking for. Sitting down to eat Bebe continued to catch her up on all the drama that had gone down in her absence. Most of it unimportant and even less affected her life.
"You know you should get around a little more before college." Bebe had run out of gossip and turned the conversation towards Wendy's life, "I mean, he's not going to last forever. Might as well get some skills under your belt before hitting the real world. Don't want to be the crazy cat lady." She laughed at her own joke taking another bite of food.
"I don't think things are going to happen that way. Even if for some reason Stan and I do split I wouldn't need skills in bed. If the guy really loved me he'd stick with me no mater what." And she believed it. Its everything she stood for. She shouldn't have to know how to give the best blow job to woo a man.
"Oh Wendy, your so silly. Its not like you have your looks to go on. You've always been plain and I don't know if a make over would help any." Wendy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Bebe was her best friend why would she say these things. She looked over at Kenny for any support but he just shook his head.
"Why are you saying these things? I thought we were friends."
"Oh we are dear, that's why I'm telling you this now and not in two years when it's too late" With another laugh Bebe leaned back oblivious of how hurtful her words were. Wendy had had it. Grabbing her bag she stood up and rushed off, Stan could pick her up after work.
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God damn it. Cartman was doing an errand for his mom. He didn't want to but she had brought clients home today and it got him out of that god damn house. There was a new slushy machine or diet machine or dildo for all he cared that was available at the mall and she had given him enough money so he could get some food and gas. He had his window down the whole drive there but didn't give a damn about what his hair may look like, not like he could pick up chicks anyway so what did he care.
This train of thought continued as he walked through the mall ignoring most of the stores on the way to the one that his mom's new toy was in. Luckily she had handed him a printout of the item so all he had to do was hand it and money to the clerk and walk out. Easiest errand ever leaving him the rest of the day to torment mall goers with spit from above and gluing quarters to the floor. Juvenile as it was he still found humor in it but a quick survey of the mall told him he'd have to wait until after dinner for any of his tricks to work. The place was pretty slow.
Turning to leave someone smacked into him running full speed managing to knock him down.
"Ow fuck tard. Look where the fuck you're going damn!" Rubbing the back of his head he looked up and didn't think he'd be face to face with a crying Wendy.
"S..s..sorry!" She struggled to get up off him spilling the contents of her purse everywhere. All the hate inside Cartman dissolved seeing Wendy in such an emotional state. The all powerful Wendy was now scrambling around on the floor frantically and crying, wtf.
"Slow down ho, you're only dropping more shit." He helped grab the rest of her stuff off the floor handing it to her "What the fuck are you doing out here any way? Stan is at work." She sniffled and wiped away more tears doing her best to avoid eye contact.
"What does it mater to you any way? Now go ahead and laugh or whatever so you can leave me alone." He had years of insults to sling at her but he didn't. He took her into a hug cradling the back of her head with his hand and holding her waist with the other bracing for her to start wailing on him. His mom's bag dangling awkwardly off his arm. But that never happened. Instead she stood there and cried into his shirt making him feel awkward and happy for once that the mall was close to empty. "Lets go out to my car where people can't see me being all faggoty." She actually followed him out to his car and got in willingly as he put his bag in the back. Starting the car he sat there for a second before taking off. He wasn't going to take her home yet, his hideaway was calling his name.
"I thought she was my friend." Wendy whispered into her purse keeping her eyes on the glove box. "I don't know why she would say such rude things. We're friends." Cartman didn't know what was said but he did know one thing.
"If you're talking about Bebe shes always been a bitch. When you left that cunt had no one in her way as she took over the rest of the dumb bitches. I bet now that your hippy ass is back in town and in the spot light shes jealous." He looked over and saw that she had stopped crying, lifting her head in slow realization.
"I had never thought of it like that. I would have never thought you would think of it like that. I should go back." Wendy was sitting up and more aware of their surrounding which were nothing but empty fields."Uh, where are you taking me?"
"To a secret place of mine. A sanctuary." Wendy looked like she was about to panic
"Are you going to hurt me?" Cartman laughed. Leave it to a dumb bitch to think of something like that after she willingly got into his car. That's why women got raped a lot, all dumb bitches.
"Maybe, I haven't figured that out yet. Your blood stains would ruin my hideout but would make a nice accent." She didn't find his joke nearly as funny but seemed to have calmed down as she realized her safety wasn't in immediate danger. Driving over one last hill his small bundle of trees came into view sparking Wendy's attention. Getting closer you could see his tarps arranged half way up the trees a brown color that blended in well so no one could see from a distance. Cartman parked his car under a tree off by itself like he had done hundreds of times before. The echo of the engine faded fast leaving nothing but silence and a few birds. The afternoon sun above head cast sunbeams through the tree tops making the place look more beautiful then it really was. Wendy looked around curiously stepping through the tarp door without hesitation.
Cartman couldn't help but to feel some pride as he watched his crush wander around his most sacred place. His punching post to the right with makeshift shelves to the left of it and a bench to the right. In the middle was a small fire pit with old tender blackened in the middle. The other half of his fortress had photos and maps pinned to bark and tarp protected from the elements by the tarps above. In his eyes it was perfect.
"Wow I would have never expected this from you Cartman." Wendy had finished looking and had plopped herself down on the bench. "I guess a lot has changed with you in four years." He sighed, he hadn't changed at all, he had just slowed his pace and she just happened to catch him in a good mood. "I couldn't imagine what would drive you from your video games." Cartman sat down next to her.
"You wouldn't understand Wendy. And I'm not going to explain it to a ho like you. Just know if you EVER tell anyone about this place I'll snap your fucking neck." He wrung his hands out in front of him dramatically like he was breaking her neck. This made her laugh, he didn't know why because he wasn't trying to be funny.
"Why bring me out here then if this place means that much to you?" Wendy stood up and went to look at the picture wall closer.
"Because I figured a dumb bitch like you that goes running and crying into people might be able to calm down out here like I do." This was a part of his devious plan, to get Wendy alone like they were now. He could easily over power her and no one could hear her scream from here but his heart just wasn't into it anymore. It seemed she honestly believed he was a changed man and for some reason he wanted her to love him back instead of having her by force.
"You know I'm getting sick and tired of you calling me a dumb bitch and ho all the time. Why don't you just drop the facade?" He Stood up fast turning his back on her mumbling into his crossed arms. "I can't hear you over all that fat!"
"God damn it I'm not fat I'm big boned and I love you!" He tore his way through the door and started to run, he didn't mean to say that, to tell her so quickly, to lay himself open like that. He ran until his lungs burned, until he legs burned, until his heart felt like it was going to explode.