Make Me Blush. (Stan X Kyle) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Four

notes
•lines mean POV change
• dots mean setting

this chapter is put in both Kyle and Stan's POV

word count: 2,083

warnings: angst, bullying, panic attacks

/see end of chapter for more notes

It was early morning, and both Wendy and I were awake.

We were laying on our backs on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

Well that's what I was doing at least.

Wendy was on her side, staring at me.

She had this odd gleam to her eyes that I noticed.

"Okay, you've been staring at me for like 10 minutes now, what is it?" I asked, looking over at her.

Wendy only smiled, moving closer to me.

She trailed her finger along my jawline, which tickles most of the time, so I made a small noise.

Then she rolled on top of me, taking me by surprise.

The sun was starting to rise, is has been for a while. It was almost 5 in the morning now.

Wendy then started kissing down my neck, nibbling here and there.

I groaned, grabbing her waist. My eyes seemed to shut automatically.

She slid her hand up my shirt, repositioning herself to where her knee was between my legs, brushing against my junk, which made me shiver.

Just what was she playing at?

Now I still had my V card, alright, and I really didn't want to get rid of said V card just yet. Even if I get mad fun of for being a virgin, I prefer that honestly.

She was going to far now. Wendy repositioned herself once more, now straddling me.

I had to get her to stop. I don't want to do this. I know exactly what she wants and I don't intend to give that to her.

"Wendy.." I groaned, but she probably took that in a different way and continued giving me multiple love bites.

"Wendy, stop," I demanded, trying to sit up.

Wendy stop, pulling away.

"Why?"

"Just stop. Get off of me."

Wendy obeyed, slipping off of me.

I sat up, running a hand through my hair.

"Why did you want me to stop? When do you want to go further?"

"I didn't want to. I don't want to," I looked at her, she looked torn.

"You don't want to...lose your virginity to me? I wanted to lose mine to you, why don't you?"

"It doesn't feel right with you."

"What?"

"Look, I should get going. We have school in a little while and I want to shower and everything."

"You can shower here! Stan please stay!" She pleaded.

I shook my head, grabbing my coat as I stood, heading to the door.

"No, goodbye, Wendy."

"I bet you'd do this with Kyle!" Wendy accused.

I paused for a minute. Would I? No. I wouldn't.