Thursday's events had certainly left Wendy with a multitude of things to ponder:
Picture Day had been postponed until next Thursday, forcing Wendy to contemplate a new outfit,
Wendy had a date with Stan tomorrow night that she found herself dreading,
She now felt far more pity in her heart for Heidi than hatred,
And, foremost in her mind, she had no idea how to process whatever bizarre emotion she felt towards Cartman.
"Why did I kiss him like that?" She reflected, "What's more, why was it so much better than it was with Stan?" Though it was painful for Wendy to admit, the kiss they'd shared brought her the most romantic pleasure she'd experienced in years. She found the thought of falling in love with Eric Cartman truly disturbing, trying to push it to the back of her mind.
"Hey sweetie!" A voice called, quickly rushing up to greet Wendy in the parking lot. Stan took hold of her hands and kissed her softly. "Crazy day, huh?" Stan remarked with a shrug, "Had no idea Heidi's dad was like that."
"No one did," Wendy muttered, her voice filled with regret.
"Heard she's gonna be staying with Red's family for the time being. At least she'll be safe there, right?" Stan narrowed his eyes. "I tell you, if I ever found out that you were being hurt like that, I'd kick the creep's ass."
Wendy found the gesture sweet, but she knew deep down that Stan lacked the viciousness or strength needed to ever act on that kind of threat. Cartman had neither of those weaknesses, and, as a result, he made her feel more secure. This was strongly evident to her while she had rested in Cartman's arms during their break in, as they were far thicker and stronger than Stan's own.
"I'll pick you up at 6:00 tomorrow night for the movie," Stan said, pecking Wendy on the cheek one last time, "I love you."
"…L-love you t-too," Wendy stammered back, the words harder to speak now than they'd ever been before. Mind still spinning, she slowly climbed into her car and began the journey home. After a pleasant dinner with her parents, Wendy retired to her bedroom for the evening. She felt a great sense of relief to finally be able to lay down and relax after the tumult of the last few days. Wendy excitedly pulled a book down from her shelf and resumed her reading, now working her way through another classic, "1984".
After reading for some time, she heard a light buzz emanating from her phone. She discovered that she had received two messages. The first one was, surprisingly, from Heidi.
"Hey Wendy, would you like to hang out some time? I'd like to bury the hatchet" Wendy was greatly surprised by this request, but found the idea intriguing nonetheless. She replied to Heidi shortly after, the pair deciding to go shopping together on Saturday. Wendy found it somewhat ironic she'd be hanging out with Heidi exactly one week after the sleepover where their fight had begun.
The second message was… quite something, to say the least.
"Hey bitch, I really miss you." Wendy knew from the second word exactly who'd sent it. She found herself somewhat confused by the message, but that confusion would increase exponentially when she noticed that he'd attached a photo with it. Wendy gasped in shock upon seeing what Cartman had sent her. Sitting directly below his seemingly heartfelt message, fully exposed, was a picture of his penis.
Wendy was in total shock, quickly shutting off her phone upon glimpsing the image. "What the hell is wrong with him?" She whispered to herself. However, her curiosity soon overtook her common sense, and she turned her phone back on. As she looked more closely at the picture, she found herself growing warm inside, a dampness forming between her legs. "I really shouldn't be doing this." She thought, but her instincts easily overpowered her.
Wendy soon found herself slipping off her comfortable yellow pants, then cautiously removing her underwear, a thin wet trail leading from her now aching vagina. Unsure of what was possessing her, she decided to retaliate against Cartman by snapping a picture of her own soaking privates, sending it to him alongside a message of her own.
"I miss you too, fatass" Feeling satisfied with her response, Wendy began to pleasure herself to the image. While quickly sliding her fingers inside and out of her pussy, she imagined Cartman taking their place, pounding her with that same passion from when they kissed. She made a great effort to stop herself from finishing too quickly, but the intense stimulation and joy she experienced proved itself to be overwhelming. Wendy let out a low, soft moan as she completed herself. "Eric," She gently murmured, "I love you."
After relishing in the afterglow for a few moments, Wendy pulled the bed covers over herself and fell soundly asleep. Despite rarely dreaming in the past, Wendy had found herself in that familiar icy pond for the last two days straight, and tonight would be no different. Full moon hanging high in the sky, she once again skated joyfully with the man she had slowly been falling in love with. She also finally managed to complete the kiss she had come so close to in her last dream. The lust in that moment burned so powerfully that it seemed like the lake itself would melt. "I don't ever want this moment to end," She longingly exclaimed, the remark manifesting as a groggy mumble in the waking world.
"What's that, sweetie?" A voice called out, causing Wendy to shoot awake. She looked around in confusion, her eyes finally landing on her bedroom door where her mom had poked her head in. "You were talking in your sleep," Her mom giggled, "Whatever you were doing must have been pretty amazing. You kept saying you didn't want it to end."
"…Um, yeah. I think I was dreaming about riding."
"Riding?"
"A, uh, roller coaster," Wendy stammered. Her mom shot her a quizzical look. They both sat in awkward silence for a few moments.
"Well, I'd better get breakfast on," Her mom finally stated, slowly exiting the room.
"A fucking roller coaster? Why am I so retarded?" Wendy screamed internally, "Might as well have told her I was dreaming about skating with a guy that just sent me a dick pic!" After mentally kicking herself, Wendy reluctantly left her cozy bed to prepare for the day. Today was going to be an uncomfortable one, going on a date with someone she no longer loved, but wished greatly not to hurt. She briefly checked her phone before hopping in the shower, scoffing when she noticed that Cartman had replied to her pussy pic with a "mind blown" emoji. "What a dumbass," She giggled.
Breakfast remained slightly awkward, but thankfully her mom didn't bring up their discussion from earlier. After eating, Wendy waived a cheerful goodbye to her parents and drove off to school. Upon arrival, she was greeted by a familiar sight: Cartman and the others huddled in a group chatting away. However, she was rather surprised to notice a fifth person had joined them, a silver haired girl wearing a light green jacket. Kyle certainly seemed displeased by this addition. Cartman seemed thrilled, however, as Heidi had joined him in arguing with Kyle on every topic they discussed. Despite becoming much happier since being freed from her father's control, Heidi still loved to bicker nearly as much as Cartman himself.
"Tweek was not abducted by aliens, fatass!" Kyle groused.
"Oh yeah? Then was does he twitch like that all the time, Jew?" Cartman countered.
"Well, it might have a little something to do with all the meth-laced coffee he drinks!" Kyle Snapped.
"Heh, Typical Jew, blaming all the world's problems on the meth-laced coffee," Heidi shrugged.
"That makes no fucking sense! I think dealing with TWO of you shitheads might genuinely kill me," Kyle growled. It was pretty evident the pair were going out of their way to annoy Kyle as much they could, Wendy trying her hardest not to laugh.
Kenny didn't seem to have any porn magazines today, in fact, he and Stan were both talking in incredibly serious tones. Wendy was alarmed for a moment, but her tension was quickly relived when she discovered what they'd been discussing. The two were huddled together reviewing Kenny's "Magic: The Gathering" deck, as he apparently had some kind of tournament that night.
As Kyle and Heidi continued to argue, Cartman turned his attention toward Wendy. "Excited for your date tonight, ho?" Cartman inquired, his nefarious smirk returning.
"Eric," Wendy rose up on her tip-toes, whispering in his ear, "Has your mom came back home yet?"
"No, she won't be home 'til sometime tomorrow."
"I want to see you; can we make that happen tonight? Please, Eric." Wendy's words surged through Cartman's body like electricity.
Cartman narrowed his eyes, appearing to be deep in thought. After a few moments, he whispered into her ear:
"Instead of my house, I'll meet you at the movies. Tell fag boy over there you have to use the bathroom around 8:00, then head outside. I'll be waiting." Cartman bore a particularly devilish expression on his face, even for him. Wendy responded by subtly brushing her ass against his crotch as she walked away. She felt quite proud upon noticing him pull his toboggan off in an attempt to cover himself right afterwards.
The rest of the day slipped by in a flash, Wendy too distracted by the night's coming events to focus on her classes. One noteworthy happening did occur in detention, however. Wendy walked in, preparing for another slow half hour of silence, only to notice a familiar face sitting in her usual seat.
"Heidi?" Wendy didn't attempt to hide the surprise in her voice. Heidi merely smiled and patted the seat next to her. Heidi no long wore a smile filled with anger and contempt. Her smile was once again sweet, kind, and caring, much like it had been all those years ago. Though the two were stuck in detention, Wendy found herself bubbling with joy at the thought of finally being friends again with her long-time nemesis.
After the final bell rang, Wendy once again found herself standing in the school parking lot, awaiting Stan's inevitable arrival.
"Hi sweetie!" Like clockwork, there he was, greeting Wendy with a tender hug and kiss. The passion had all but disappeared for her, but she couldn't bear the idea of breaking his heart. "Wendy, is everything okay? It looked like Cartman was staring at you a lot, hope he's not giving you a hard time." Wendy felt the urge to make an off-color joke, but decided against it. It really seemed that Cartman was beginning to rub off on her.
"No worries, if anything, I'm giving him the hard time," She replied, snickering under her breath.
"Oh, well, okay then," Stan gave Wendy another quick kiss before departing. Wendy had decided to check up on Bebe on the way home since she was still quite sick. While there, Wendy decided to confide in Bebe her plans for the evening.
"Holy Shit!" Bebe cried, "I think my fever is making me hallucinate." Bebe had long been aware of Wendy and Stan's waning relationship, so she wasn't quite as shocked as Wendy had anticipated. "Wends, you are one naughty little slut!" She teased.
"Hey, he sent his pic first," Wendy replied, "I only sent one back in revenge!" Bebe giggled deliriously and ran her fingers through Wendy's hair.
"Hey, do what makes you happy, girl. Just make sure he wears a condom!" Wendy began to suspect that Bebe actually was hallucinating, but decided to teasingly smack her in the arm nonetheless. After talking with her best friend a bit longer, Wendy finally departed. 6:00 was rapidly drawing near, and, unbeknownst to her, a huge conflict was looming large upon the horizon.