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Wendy stretched her arms while yawning, feeling slightly refreshed. She hadn't slept this well in a while. She extended her legs a little while wiggling her toes.
She jumped out of the bed heading towards the bathroom with a full bladder.
She pissed, rinsed off her hands, and jumped right back into bed. Grabbing for her cover Wendy felt a heavy weight on it. She glanced beside her and saw Eric. Eric Cartman? The annoying, fatass manipulative, condescending, wicked, disposable, obese, racist, (the list could go on) asshole she despised for like as long as she could remember him. What the hell is he doing here?!!
"Fuck me?! Why is Eric Fartman in my bed!!" Wendy shouts in a whisper. Eric, still naked beside her grumbles a little but continues to sleep.
Suddenly the memories of last night flooded her brain. Images of Eric Cartman on top of her, pounding deep into her as, licking and tasting crevasses, and her on top of him.
She shuddered in disgust. "how did I let this happen?" she muttered to herself.
Another image came to her mind and this time blood rushed to her face as her cheeks heated up. Deep down even if she didn't want to admit it, last night was hot, and thinking of it has her slightly wet.
"Shit" no no no she felt dirty she had a boyfriend currently one of said boyfriend's best friends is in her bed. Because of sexual encounters and she liked it. She homie hopped. The most uncool thing you can do in a relationship. She cheated and for whom she'd hated most of her life. Words couldn't describe the feeling she felt at the moment, but what she did know was that he had to leave like now.
"Hey Cartman," she half yelled not too loud that anyone else would hear but loud enough to wake Eric. He moved slightly, his eyelids fluttering a little. "Fatass, hey wake up," she said this time, shaking him awake.
"What the hell do you want Wendy? I already gave you 3 rounds. I don't have anything left in me?" Eric said in a groggy half sleepy voice.
Wendy's face flushed "that's not why I'm waking you, idiot, you need to leave."
Eric sat up a bit this time waking up this time "funny that's not what you were saying last night, if I recall correctly your exact words were 'please Eric, don't go I want to feel you.'" he said with a smirk.
This time Wendy grabbed a pillow and hit him with it "hey bitch don't get mad at me those were your words, not mine."
"Look I don't care who said what last night and I'm not even sure I remember what happened (she lied quite vividly remembering last night) I just really need you to go, like now!"
"Fine," Eric grumbles, throwing the sheet off him revealing his nakedness.
Wendy turns her head as Eric reaches for his shirt and confidently walks to the bottom of the bed to retrieve his jeans and boxers "oh grow up Wendy not like you haven't seen a dick before, I was literally inside you hours ago.
This time she didn't blush "yeah well it was dark," she says turning her head to face him as he got dressed. "Didn't realize how small it was either, guess the alcohol made me think I felt something" she rebutted smugly.
"Cute you didn't seem to think it was small when you were choking on it but sure anyway I'm soft now so there's not really anything to compare it to but I do know it's bigger than Stan's."
Wendy's stomach knotted with guilt and shame at the mention of her boyfriend's name. "Oh yeah, and how would you know that?"
"We're friends duhhh, we're guys, dudes have a conversation about dick sizes at least once so yeah I'm like 100 percent sure mine is bigger but it's not really a competition, anyway," Eric said finishing getting dressed "how am I getting out of here? The door? The window?"
"The door is fine"
"Kewl" he said heading towards her bedroom doorknob.
"Oh, wait Eric um can you uh," Wendy stutters
"Sure I'll keep this on the DL, Stan won't find out," Eric says finishing her thoughts.
"Good because I swear you better not tell anyone or I'll kick your ass and I mean it."
"Will you now," Eric says sarcastically, removing his hand from the door "you're gonna kick my ass, Wendy?" He says was like towards her.
"Yea," she says quietly
Eric walks directly in front of her and whispers "I guarantee you'll do shit to me slut," he grabs her neck and sticks his tongue in her mouth, and kisses her deeply. Almost immediately Wendy responds to the kiss, angling her head more comfortably. She allows Eric to explore her mouth as she stifles a few moans, eyes closed and all. Kissing for about 5 minutes.
Eric pulls back and heads towards the doors "you know my socials and know where I live you ever want some fun you know where to find me nothing exclusive and nobody's gotta know."
Wendy nods
"Later Testabuger" Eric says, closing her bedroom behind him.
Wendy watched from the window as he walked towards a car and got in. Did he call an Uber? She doesn't even recall him having enough time to call an Uber. He has her head all discombobulated and shit. She fucked up and man did she fuck up bad.
Wendy reached for her phone. Flooded messages from Stan, Bebe, and a few others. She ran her hand through her hair "fuckk" she sighed. She went to her messages to bebe
Bestest Wap: hey I'm coming over we gotta talk ASAPPP
Supersoakenbebe: ???? What's wrong
Bestest Wap: I'll explain when I get there 911 emergency tho be there in 10
Supersoakenbebe: hmmm okay 🤨