Chapter 5 Sex talk

Rated M for Language

Disclaimer I don't own south park only the in this story

Kyles P.O.V

With me and Wendy alone in Stan's kitchen there was an awkward silence lingering. And small talk didn't seem all that appealing so I jumped to a straight question that had been bothering me.

"Hey… I was wondering, you know why Bebe is being so touchy?" I began while drumming my fingers on the kitchen table. "I tried to hold her hand today but she almost bit my head off." I chuckled, and Wendy flashed a grin while tossing a glance out the window.

"I think she's on her period. She gets very edgy I know." She shrugged and took a sip of her water before frowning a bit. "Oh and um… she might cancel on Friday but don't worry, it doesn't last forever you know." She timidly smiled and ran a hand back her hair. I licked my lips while letting my troubled inside take over my complexion.

"It's just… It seems like she doesn't trust me. And I don't get why, we've been friends since forever."

"Have you ever figured it's cause you're a guy?" Wendy sardonically asked and took another sip of her water while gazing me. I glowered back at her.

"I'm not only after that, believe it or not."

"Well, I know it's not my business but…" Wendy looked down at the glass in her hand and bit down on her bottom lip. "Did you try to have sex with her on your first date?" Her eyes flung back on me. I was pleasantly surprised she brought it up but a sigh escaped my lips.

"Don't remind me of that. She showed me her rainbow panties through her skirt and then freaked out when I wanted to… well, use your imagination." I flung a dismissive hand in the air, but Wendy giggled.

"Well, she's a big tease, Kyle. That's the way she likes to play, most girls do in fact." She said a little shrewd. "I catch myself doing it all the time with Stan. My favorite is to do it when he's on the computer, best if he's stuck in a game… it drives him nuts." I gave her an encouraging snicker and she continued giggling, this time mimicking Stan's voice in an exaggerated low tone. "He's like 'baby not now, I'm in a raid' and I just tossed my bra on the screen and pressed myself against his back…"

"Thank you, that's a little too much." I chuckled while erasing that image from my head and she hid her own laughing face behind her pulled up knees.

After our laughing had died out another silence was emerging as we avoided eye contact. She began fiddling with the seam on her jeans.

"So things are going… good? Between you two." I asked and her chest rose and sank in a deep sigh.

"I guess. Some complications of sexual matter but otherwise it's fine." She casually stated.

"Alright… Maybe you should talk to him about it." She frowned at my statement.

"No… It's… I don't know."

"At least consider it. You can't solve it unless you tell him." I shrugged and she tossed her head back with her tongue smacking against her palate.

"I don't know what to say! I'll just scare him off or sound needy. Cause… Don't get me wrong, I want to sleep with him again but it's like something changed since we did it." She explained while hugging her knees, her wall of comfort I presumed.

"Okay… For worse or better?" I asked.

"No neither, it's just me worrying. I fear that now that we did it his feelings will fade and he'll grow tired of me."

"Oh!" I snorted. "I don't think so, he loves you. He just might be a little quiet about it, but that's just Stan." I said and Wendy made a grimace. That's when I noticed Stan stood in the kitchen entrance, Wendy however sat with her back turned at him so she kept talking.

"I don't know. Maybe if I got some implants he would spend more time with me." She muttered in gloom and nipped at the neckline of her t-shirt.

"Baby, if you got bigger boobs it would distract me from your beautiful personality." Stan grinned and Wendy jumped as she turned around in the chair. When she saw his smirk she turned back with a smile.

"You prick." She chuckled a little bashful with hands on her glass as Stan walked up to her. He told her to rise for a second, whom she did, and swiftly he took her seat and pulled her down on his lap. I could tell Wendy tried to hide the delight that lightened up her face.

"You have no idea how much I love you, Wendy Testaburger." Stan chirped as he hugged her from behind and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Nobody will make me feel the way you do."

"Not even Trish?" Wendy mumbled, looking down on their clasped hands and Stan snorted.

"Especially not Trish, she can never measure with my princess."

"Thank god, I need to go. I'll leave you two alone." I said while rising from my chair. "See yeah later, and be safe!" I called when leaving the room and both of them fare welled me, probably in relief.

What called me out of the house was a text from Bebe I received when Stan and Wendy sat canoodling. Bebe simply told me to come over to her house, and I was no man to decline. It might was a little foolish to hope for the best but the rush I got from the minor possibility of it happening, it was enough for me to hurry over.

When Bebe opened the door she had a look that told me the prospect of what I secretly hoped for was very small. She only gave me a kiss without tongue and her smile was faint.

"Is something wrong?" I asked and she avoided my gaze in contemplation, however she stepped out on the porch while closing the door behind her.

"I needed to talk to you. I just wanted to say sorry I've been such a bitch to you. It's the birth control; it puts me on an emotional roller coaster sometimes. Anyway, that's not the only thing." She stated with arms crossed and leaned against the wall. I stepped up a little closer to her and tilted my head in a try to meet her eyes. She kept avoiding me though by looking down on our feet before continuing.

"My dad has finally moved out now. And on his way out he said I was a slut when he heard I had another boyfriend." On the last sentence her voice was breaking and she hid her face behind her hand. Her shoulders quivered and I grasped them while carefully leading her to the steps and we sat down on them. I kept my arm around her shoulders and waited as she fought the urge to cry, at least that's what I think she did because when she removed her hands her eyes were glistening and slightly red.
"I don't want to make you mad, but I can't deal with this now. I want to wait with us… our first time. So if you want to break up I understand." She said.

I admit my selfish thoughts wandered contemplating the options of leaving a relationship that will probably equal no sex, or I could stay and find out how love really works.

"You know Bebe, I like you and not only for your body. We've had fun plenty of times and sex doesn't always equal happiness." I stated even though I'd been a little jealous on Stan and Wendy, they seemed to be closer to each other after they fucked. "You don't have to worry about it at all, you don't even have to ask. I'm staying by your side." All the time I spoke Bebe had turned looking at me and as soon as I finished she attacked with a hug. I could feel her boobs through our clothes pressing against me and it was hard not thinking dirty thoughts, which I cursed myself for doing in this moment.

"So can I take you out for something to eat?" I asked after she released me. She hummed a little in thought.

"Yeah sure, but are you sure you want to waste money on little old me?" She asked playfully.

"Ok two things. One, you ain't little and two, you bet your sexy ass I don't mind." I said a little coy and she giggled while sweeping her hair behind her ear.

And so we went to the pizzeria down the street and shared a large pizza. I knew Bebe would love it. She is little on the chubby side but she's so hot I highly doubt anyone would care. We enjoyed our food and each other's company until an annoying voice was heard.

"Well look what the cat dragged in, the Jew and the Slut. I thought they didn't let any trash in here." Trish exclaimed as she came up to our table.

"Then why are you here?" Bebe retorted and I loved her so much in that moment. I sniggered as Trish's eyes narrowed. She is the kind of girl who starves herself on diet coke and cigarettes. However, she must have got a boob because those DD twins were still ridiculously apparent. Suddenly another well-familiar voice filled the small restaurant.

"EY JEWBOY, why are you talking too this whore?" Cartman exclaimed as he also approached our table, obviously referring to Trish. Now we didn't like her either but we didn't want a fight.

"Lay off wills you, Cartman." I said taking a bite of my slice.

"Yeah, don't be such a dickhead to your friends." Bebe added to which Cartman sneered.

"Well, you know what they say. Friends are like boobs, some of them are big…" He said while bumping his palm on top of Babe's head. "Some are small…" He continued bumping my head. "Aaand some of them are obviously fake!" He reached out a hand to Trish but instead he squeezed one of her twins before she slapped his hand away. He was about to laugh before she swung her arm and a hard slap across Cartmans face.

"FUCK! YOU BITCH!" Cartman roared covering the struck spot.

"Fucking do that to me again and it will be your nuts!" Trish yelled back.

"Why don't you go stick your fingers down your throat, crack whore!" Cartman bellowed and pushed Trish's shoulder. Right then a girl ran up to them and stepped in between.

"Stop! Don't mind her, she's a little drunk." The girl stated as she took a hold of Trish's shoulders and led her away to another table. After getting Trish seated she returned to us. "Don't pick on her, please. She had a rough day." She said turned to Cartman, although she had a very sweet apologetic smile that made Cartman calm down. In fact, the girl was very pretty overall, gorgeous actually. I don't usually go for brunettes but I couldn't help checking her out. She was skinny and dressed in slim blue jeans and had a white hooded under a small leather jacket.

"Oh yeah, and who are you?" Cartman asked a bit sniff.

"Oh, my name's Emily."

"Haven't seen you around here before." Bebe chimed in.

"No, I just moved here from Denver." Emily explained with a friendly voice and a smile.

"Be careful, she's a chubby chaser!" Trish suddenly exclaimed from her table and Emily rolled her eyes.

"Just ignore her." She smirked and shook her head. I could perceive some bashfulness in Cartmans complexion.

"So you're from the big city huh?" Bebe asked and took a bite of her slice.

"Yes, feel free to ridicule me about it. I won't even try to pretend I'm from here." Emily waved a hand in front of her face and made us chuckle. She seemed very easygoing and had a very clever way of making us forget about the dispute. Even Cartman seemed quite smitten right away as he asked to buy Emily a soda, to which she agreed. When he headed off to the counter I took my chance.

"You should know he's not always that nice." I stated and Emily sneered while looking in Cartmans direction.

"Well, I tend to sense a broken soul that needs to be fixed." She said leaning on her hip and I let out an exaggerated laugh.

"Oh he needs to be fixed alright!"

"Thought you couldn't fix a man." Bebe mumbled a little cynically and put her lips to her straw. Emily didn't seem offended by the slight sniff comment.

"Yeah… that's very true. But at least you can pretend." She shrugged and that even brought a smile out of Bebe. Cartman wasted no time but quickly got back to our table with two cans of coke, one he handed over to Emily. They still stood up next to our booth, Emily probably didn't want to make herself too comfortable since she had a friend sleeping at the next table.

"Kyle just told Emily that you're not always this friendly." Bebe smiled triumphantly and I kicked her leg.

"I said nice."

"Whatever."

Normally Cartman would have retorted with something scornful but now we were a little stunned by what he chose to say instead.

"Well, Butters wants me to be nicer to people… and I truly am a gentleman." Cartman proudly stated taking a sip from his coke.

"Aw, is Butters your boyfriend? That's so sweet you do that for him." Emily cooed, busting up Cartmans confident expression.

"NO! I'm not gay!" He emphasized very clearly, making me and Bebe choke on our food in laughter. It was fun having a stranger embarrass Cartman, especially someone he apparently liked so he couldn't fight back. "I wouldn't be gay if I thought you were hot, which I do!" He said to Emily who fidgeted a little awkwardly.

"Well, thanks I guess." She chuckled and a serious blush had broken out on Cartman's cheeks as he looked down on the can in his hands.

Bebe's loudly vibrating phone on the table disrupted the uncomfortable moment and she gratefully turned her attention to it, before long she broke into laughter with her eyes on the screen. Then she pushed the phone across the tabletop over to me.

"Well, Wendy had some fun tonight." She snickered. I read the message.

Hey sweetie, I'm staying over at Stan's tonight so can you please give my parents an excuse? I'm seriously too sore to walk home… I might recover overnight; hopefully

"Can I reply?" I smiled and Bebe agreed, probably too high on laughter to object. So I typed back.

Sure honey, I'll take care of it.
Lol doesn't matter, had sex right

I couldn't join them nor beat them. But at least I could laugh at them.

End of chapter

Well my guy is a little too good at this…he might have too be kill HA just kidding at least unless I can get a better person I hope you enjoyed this chapter I apologize that these chapters take a week but if it helps I am GOING TO TRY too get one up every Sunday and a oneshot every day debating on putting a oneshot on today

So thank svartbil for the amazing editing skills everybody haha