Under The Oak Tree (South Park FanFic)

Chapter 15

Caution- mild smut.

Michelle's POV

"It's so cold..."

"Not once you get in." Stan replies to me, while I sit on the dock in my swimsuit. He dived in a couple minutes ago already. We'd decided to come down here at night when no one else would be here, and we'd been right about that.

He hoists himself up onto the dock, flicking water onto me. I put my hands up and duck my head in protest. "Stan!" I laugh, standing up to shake off the droplets. He stands up with me, stealing a quick kiss which I quickly back out of. "Ah, you're soaking wet!"

He laughs and I step forward, kissing him again. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in. Suddenly I'm falling and I manage to let out a short shriek before we hit the cold water.

"You dirty bastard!" I splash him in the face once I rise above the surface. "Oh my god, it's cold."

He laughs with a smirk on his face. I glare at him, but with a smile. "You're in now." He says, and I roll my eyes and peck his cheek. "Michelle, I think you forgot something."

"What do you mean?" I ask, smoothing my wet hair back.

He takes his hand out of the water, lifting up my swimsuit top that fell off when she jumped in. "I told you to let me tie it. You're lucky I caught it."

I gasps, grabbing it from Stan's hand and using my arm to cover up, all while trying to stay afloat, which doesn't work out so well. I end up barely grabbing the top while sinking under the water.

"I've seen it all, you don't need to hide." He laughs. I swim over to the dock and put an arm on it to keep myself afloat.

I look at the top for a minute, contemplating. "Fuck it." I say, throwing it on the dock and taking off my bottoms with it. "I always wanted to skinny dip, and now is as good a time as any." I can't help but blush a little, but I can see even in the dark that he is too. "Your turn." I say as I swim over and tug at his shorts.

I pull him back to the dock and he throws his shorts up, keeping myself above the water with one arm while the other one is wrapped around my waist, pulling me in close while we kiss. Gently I move my hips against him as I feel him getting harder. I'm forced to let go for us to climb onto the towels previously laid out the dock. He rolls onto the towel expecting me to lay with him, but he's surprised when I start trailing gentle kisses down to his member, gently stroking it with my fingers and licking the tip. He lets out a moan and I keep going, my head slowly bobbing up and down over him, carefully sucking at it a bit more each time.

He reaches for the bag that we carried our towels and spare clothes in. "Shit." He mumbles.

I gently pull off, and I can tell he's still aching for more when his legs twitch. "What?"

"I guess I forgot the condom..." He props himself up on his elbows and sighs. "Dammit."

"Stan!" I exclaim, grabbing the bag and throwing my shirt on without bothering with my swimsuit top or bottoms when I see it.

"What are you doing? What's wrong?" He asks, standing up as I pull on a pair of shorts. "Aw, god dammit." He says in a quieter tone, reaching for his swim trunks as I hear the footsteps of someone approaching. I throw everything into our bag and we run back onto the beach, finding a safe place to hide and watch.

The person barely stumbles across the beach and up to the dock, walking straight off into the water and throwing a can into the lake weeds.

"Dad?!" Stan stands up and makes a run for his drunk father. He can barely walk without tripping when he's this drunk, never mind swim, the poor guy.

He dives into the water and swims out to him. "Dad!" He grabs his dad from behind while I stand on the dock not too far away.

"Ah, hey Stan! Can you hand me a beer?" Randy drunkenly slurs. Stan tries his best to swim him towards the shore with him, but he struggles because of Randy's size. "Man, my balls are freezing."

He manages to drag Randy back to the shore and drop him down as he sits on the damp sand beside his dad's body.

"Is he okay?" I ask, walking over and sitting down beside them.

"Yeah. He won't remember any of this tommorow, don't worry." He tells me, sighing. "Come on, Dad."

"Where are we goin'?" He barely pronounces the words.

"We're gonna get more beer." Stan cleverly responds, helping up his dad and beginning to walk across the sand.

"Awesome." He says, tripping over himself as we go.

~*~

Stan falls into the bed on his back, running his hands through his hair then lazily letting his arms fall to the side. I sit down on the side of the bed that Stan's legs are dangling off of, letting out a tired sigh. We just got back from putting his dad to bed in his cabin with a bucket beside him for the morning, when all that lovely alcohol will come right back up where it went down.

I lay down beside Stan, resting my head on his shoulder. We close our eyes to enjoy a moment of peace to ourselves. He shifts and lifts me up carefully, then sets me back down with my head on the pillow. He curls up beside me, gently kissing me on the cheek before he sets his weary head down and falls asleep against me.

I listen to the sound of his breathing. I can feel his chest rise and fall and his warm breath on my shoulder as I drift off into an equally serene sleep.