A South Park Pregnancy

Party

*Stan's POV*

"Guys, I don't know if this is such a great idea. We haven't been to a party like this before," Kyle said. 

"Shut up, Jew. This party is going to be great!" Cartman said.

"Don't call me Jew, Fatass!" Kyle said. I shook my head. Those two had been fighting since preschool. It was pretty entertaining, but sometimes, they took it a little too far. 

"I can't wait to get fucking wasted!" Kenny said in his muffled voice. Kyle, Cartman and I were the only ones able to actually understand a word he said through his hoodie. I shook my head, this time laughing. Kenny was the wild one out of all of us. He had convinced all of us to go to this party. I still wouldn't have gone, but Wendy and Bebe were meeting us there. Wendy and I had officially started dating freshman year. We were about to enter junior year in two weeks. I was just glad that I could finally be with her and not throw up in her face.

"Alright you guys...I've got a fool-proof way to hook up with a girl tonight. I'm just going to tell them all I'm super rich," Cartman said. He hadn't gotten any thinner, or any less racist since 4th grade. 

"That's not going to work, Fatass. This party is at Token's. All the people he's going to invite are all rich, and they've already all met all the rich kids. We're just lucky we even got invited to this thing," Kyle said. 

"Well, who wants to date a Jew? I'm more appealing than you," Cartman shot back. 

"I heard from Clyde that Bebe is into me. So shut up," Kyle said. 

"You're really quite, Stan. You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Cartman asked me. 

"Nah, I'm not having second thoughts. I'm just a little nervous that my parents are going to find out," I said. 

"Come on, dude. Shelly graduated last year. It's not like she's going to be at this party to tattle on you. And if she's at this party, then you can tattle on her, too," Kyle said. 

"Who would have thought that your sister would turn out to have such hot titties?" Kenny asked. 

"Come on, dude! That's my sister!" I said, hitting him on the arm.

"She did turn out pretty nice," Cartman said, motion a curvy body.

"Come on, guys. She's my sister," I said. 

"Yeah. You guys should be focusing on the fact that she doesn't have that hideous mouth thing anymore. And she doesn't have acne anymore. Who knew her face was actually pretty?" Kyle said.

"She wears makeup now. That helps a little," Cartman said. 

"I'm so done with this conversation," I said. By that time, I pulled the car into Token's long driveway. We all piled out of my car and walked inside. The music was blasting, and there were a lot of people with red solo cups walking around. 

"Hey, guys! Booze is in the kitchen. Help yourselves," Token yelled when he saw us. We all went to the kitchen, and I grabbed a solo cup. I was tempted to fill it with water, but I knew if people found out I wasn't drinking, I wouldn't be cool anymore. 

My first drink of beer didn't go down so well. 

"Dude. Have you never gotten drunk before?" Kenny asked. 

"Haven't even tasted booze," I said. 

"Dude, it's great. Booze has magical powers," Cartman said, already refilling his cup. 

"Hey, Stan," Wendy said, throwing her arms around me and kissing me. 

"Hey, Wendy," I said, smiling at her. She was wearing a purple crop top and really short jean shorts with black heels.

"You look...wow," I said, smiling at her.

"Thanks, Stan. You wanna dance?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure. Let's dance," I said, throwing back the rest of my cup and refilling it before we went to dance. Wendy was double fisting. Kyle and Bebe joined us within a few minutes, and he looked really happy. Tweek and Craig were dancing together, too, and I saw Cartman trying to hit on three girls at once. He talked to them for five minutes before they walked away in disgust. I was pretty proud he'd lasted five minutes. 

"Let's go get refills," Wendy said. I could tell she was smashed, but I agreed to get refills, and I downed two more cups of beer before getting another refill. 

"Hey, man. Bebe and I just made out in a closet," Kyle said, walking up to me, extremely proud of that accomplishment. 

"Nice," I said. 

After a few more drinks, i didn't even realize what Wendy and I were doing in that bedroom. I hadn't planned on having sex with her while she was drunk. We were both drunk.