Flabbergasted

I'm at Red's house now, in her room, on her bed, her parents aren't home and she's on top of me. And no we haven't fucked yet. And I'm honestly about to leave, I really don't want to hear this bitch keep talking. Why am I even here in the first place? I don't even like Red, I just want to get laid. I feel so uncomfortable and Red is snuggled up to me and yapping my ears off.

I have to do something, now. I sit up causing Red who's on top of me to sit up too. Red pushes her red nails through my curly hair and I suck in a breath. Ever since I was in the seventh grade I've 'tamed' my frizzy hair by cutting it and by using a special conditioner that fits my hair texture. I like to keep it short and manageable and I hate it when girls do that. I shift so she's lying on the bed instead of being fully on top of me.

"Hey, what's the matter Kyle?" Red asks a little put off.

"Red, what do you want?" I decide to ask curiously, but firmly.

"To hang out," Red says trying to be sexy, but failing as she puts an arm around my neck.

"I know, you've wanted to hang out all week, but don't you get tired of wanting to hang out with me and all the other guys."

Red drops her arm and moves away from me. "What are you talking about? What other guys?"

"You know the other guys you 'hangout' with," I physically use air quotes around the word hang out in case she doesn't get it. 'Don't you get tired of being a slut?' I want to say, but I don't have to judging by Red's open mouth look.

"Are you calling me a slut?"

Yes! "No I'm just—"

"You know Kyle, I thought you were different from other guys, but I guess I was wrong."

I can't help but find that amusing and laugh as Red pouts. I'm (probably) going to feel bad about this later, but for now I can't find it in me to care. "Where did you get that brilliant idea?" I want to do nothing, but laugh in her face.

"Well almost every girl wants you and you did look pretty hot fighting Stan earlier today," Red says attempting to be sexy again while scooting towards me and failing miserably again and If I was sporting anything before its completely non-existent now.

Red gets back onto my lap as she continues talking, "And during Mr. Garrison's class you were so mad and it was like, so hot."

I don't know how my expression looks, whether I just look upset or downright horrified.

"Okay, I can't do this," I finally say before standing up from the bed. Red is now staring at me from where she's seated on her bed.

"Wait Kyle, where are you going?"

"Look Red, I'm no different than any other guy, if you ask me I'm worse."

"That's why I like you."

"Well, then you need to have your head checked out. And you don't like me; you just want a good fuck so you can gossip to all your friends."

"Well your not innocent either, you just wanted me for my body. I was just giving you what you want."

"That's true, but despite what rumors you've heard I don't fuck every girl I think looks attractive." Lie. "And word of advice Red, nobody likes a whore."

Red stares at Kyle as he walks out of her bedroom door completely flabbergasted before she turns around and flops on her stomach grumbling, "And to think I was going to let him do anal."

After I take Kenny to Bebe's house; he said he didn't want to be the only one not getting laid tonight (besides Cartman) I go to Wendy's house. No one's car is here except for Wendy's. I can't help, but grin. This won't be a family affair. I park my car in the driveway next to Wendy's silver Volkswagen CC r-line and get out; I don't bother ringing the doorbell I just walk right in.

As soon as I'm in I hear music playing, I look down and see red roses on the floor, leading up the stairs. I follow the trail which leads me straight to Wendy's room. I open the door and as soon as I walk in I see Wendy standing by her desk; her back towards me. I walk up behind her and she still hadn't notice me yet, I wrap my arm around her waist. Still she doesn't notice me. So I whisper in her ear, "So is this my surprise?" She turns abruptly rigid.

"Oh, hey Stan," Wendy say surprised before turning around with a small smile.

"Hey," I greet kissing Wendy on the lips. "Why are you standing in the middle of the room?"

"No reason, just checking my messages," Wendy says slipping her purple phone in one of her robe's pockets. "And to answer your question, no, this isn't your present." Wendy unravels her purple robe and let it fall down to the mahogany floor, "This is." I am completely lost for words. Wendy stands before me in a purple and black bow ruffle corset and skirt lingerie set that hugs her curves so perfectly and tall black pumps.

Wendy swipes her pin straight black hair over one shoulder and walks over to her dresser and comes back with a small black box; big enough to fit a necklace in. She sits next to me and hands me the box. I open the box and there's a necklace with a pendant on it that has hers and my first initials on it.

"I made this for you last week, you can think of this as an early birthday present, but I'm giving you this because I really care about you Stan."

"Thanks babe," I say kissing Wendy. We don't break apart, but I take the initiative to deepen the kiss until we're full blown making out with Wendy's voluptuous body underneath me on her canopy bed.

Soon one thing leads to another and let's just say that I left Wendy's house that night a very lucky guy.