Before he cheats

Untitled Part 1

"Stan isn't coming to study with us. He has to take his grandpa to an appointment." I told my rival as we sat in silence on his couch, gathering notebook papers and pens on the glass table. Stan has to keep an eye on his grandpa throughout the whole visit, and Kenny had to work overtime, so it was just me and Kyle.

Kyle stacked up his papers neatly on the table, closing his eyes. "I guess we should study now and give Stan and Kenny the answers early in the morning," Kyle said as he opens his green orbs and looks over at me. I never notice how green and soft his eyes were.

They were beautiful.

Did I just compliment my rival's eyes? No! I can't! I hate Kyle! Stan would hate me if he ever caught me ogling his best friend's eyes.

I shook the images of admiring Kyle's eyes and cleared my voice to get his attention, "Let's get started, shall we."

Kyle ran his fingers through his curly locks, nodding politely, "We shall." He replied in a British accent which we chuckle how crappy he sounded. It's strange. I never get this friendly with Kyle, not even when we're alone. I just wish Stan were here with me that way I don't have to admire my enemy's green orbs.

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"Kyle, can we take a break? I'm getting tired of writing." I asked as I stretch over my head and yawn. We have been studying and writing for an hour, and my eyes lid was heavy. But Kyle isn't tired! He is still writing in his notebook. What is he? An alien from Judaism?

Kyle smirked at my weak whine and placed his pen down on the table, sliding his notebook paper inside the book and closed the book. He looked at me with a smile, "You're not tired, are you?"

My heart jumped as I crossed my legs and arms over my chest, "No, Jew! I just happen to have hands cramp that's all."

Kyle's face soften in concern as he looks at my hands. "Is it still cramping?"

"Why do you care?" I asked, confused as to why he is concern about my cramps.

"Because I don't want you to goof off and leave me to do all the work," Kyle declared sternly then added, "and I want to make sure you're not in pain." His voice whispers in the last sentence as he untangles my arms over my chest and reaches my hand. My heart raced as I watch Kyle, my enemy since fourth grade, caresses my hand with his own! I should protest and snatch my hand away, tell him he's a stupid Jew and leave the house. But I didn't. Instead, I let him continue caressing my hand. God, his hand is so soft and welcoming, and I want him to touch the rest of my body. I know this wrong and unfaithful, but Kyle's skin is resistible.

 "This feels nice, Jew," I whispered huskily, my heart racing out of my chest. Why am I feeling like this, gaga over my enemy while my precious hippie is at the hospital? Kyle seemed to notice my lustful expression as he stops caressing my hand, leans in close to my face and kiss me softly on the lips. My whole body lit on fire as I kiss back, knocking crumpled papers off the couch and push my entire body into his. Kyle moaned softly as his hand trail under my shirt, pinching my nipples.

  Kyle break off the kiss, pressing his forehead against mine, "I want you, Eric." He said breathlessly, kissing my nose, "I've always wanted to kiss you." I grasped when he tilt his head and start kissing on my neck while rubbing my chest.

I swallowed hotly, biting my lip nervously, "I'm with Stan, Kyle. I can't do this."

Kyle moaned on my neck, grinding his erection on my leg. Who knew Kyle can be this horny? "We can keep this confidential that way no one will know." He murmured hotly, whisper in my ear. "You used to obsess over me, remember? I'm your little monster." A loud moan escaped from my mouth when I felt his hand caressing my hard erection. I can't believe Kyle Broflovski is seducing me like this.

To think my obsession with him vanish returned.