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Mistake	By : Zombiecest Category: +S through Z > South Park > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 3081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Stan! Stan, Stan, oh, god!" I dig my nails into his back, spreading my legs a little bit before wrapping them around his waist and squeezing my eyes shut as he pushes into me, still groping my tits with his eyes squeezed closed, grunting as he slides into me.

I stare up at him, clawing at his back slightly and arching up off the bed, knowing that I'm going to have to fake it again because he sure isn't going to get me to cum. Again. It's been getting harder and harder since the first time we did it and even now I'm not entirely into it. I can't explain it.

Stan presses his lips against my ear, moaning my name repeatedly, and it's the way 'Wendy' falls off his lips, slurred and sounding a hell of a lot more like the name of a certain blonde boy in our class, that makes me reconsider inviting him over for some midnight sex, just to see if I was still interested. He continues thrusting but I've lost even the will to fake it, and that's even increased more when he cums, crying out fucking Kenny McCormick's name like it's no big deal.

Almost immediately after he claps his hands over his mouth, staring down at me and looking completely, totally horrified. I prop myself up on my elbows, staring at him with an arched eyebrow as he pulls out, removing his condom and tossing it in the trash under my desk. H shrinks back, pressing his hands to his face and speaking in the voice he gets when he's worried or embarrassed. "Jesus Christ, Wends, I'm so sorry."

I shrug, getting up off my bed and finding my panties, slipping them on along with a matching bra before pushing open my bedroom door and looking at him. "Come on, let's head downstairs. I think we need to talk."

Stan looks at me and finds his boxers, following me downstairs quietly so my parents don't wake up. I push myself up on the counter of the kitchen and look at him, crossing my legs a little bit as he starts looking for a water bottle, finally finding one and unscrewing the cap as he looks at me tiredly. "I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't…"

I shrug, playing with the pink bow on the front of my panties and looking anywhere but at him. Yeah. I'm pretty pissed off at him right now and we probably will never, ever be having sex again, and I'm definitely breaking up with him, but it's obvious that he's having some issues, too, and I'd be lying if I said the spark was still in our relationship. I finally look at him, pulling a lock of hair out of my eyes and shrugging again. "So what's up with that?"

He bites his lip, taking a sip of the water and then locking his blue eyes on my face. "I guess all I can say is that I'm in love with Kenny."

"In love." I shrug, spreading my arms a little bit and trying to not act too fucking upset. "How long have you known?"

"I don't know… a year? Maybe more. Wendy, I didn't mean to lead you on, I really didn't. I still really like you, and Ken's with Craig, so I figured I'd stay with you because you do mean a lot to me…"

"But not as a girlfriend, Stan."

He looks put out, nodding a bit as he glances away. "No. More like… a sister. Wendy, I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, Stan!" I slide off the counter, shaking my head and walking over to him, looking up at my boyfriend of god knows how long and sighing. "You're being stupid and immature and you lied to me for an entire year, Stan! I mean, it's obvious the spark was gone but still… I mean, I was hoping that you'd fall back in love with me. But now… I really think we should break up for good."

He looks at me, opens his mouth, and then nods, heading towards the stairs to get his stuff. I sigh, feeling angry, upset, and relieved all at once, and wait for him to leave entirely after another murmured apology and an awkward hug.

The second he's out the door, I text Bebe, telling her to come over as fast as she possibly can. She shows up after maybe five minutes, her curly hair pulled back in a bushy ponytail and wearing only a boy's hoodie. At first glance it looks like Clyde's, but knowing my best friend, it could really be anyone's. She… gets around, to say the least.

I let her in and she offers me a bright smile, yanking the hoodie off and standing there in short shorts and a tank top, stretching a little bit. "What's up? What'd Stan do? You only call me over when something happens."

"The son of a bitch is in love with Kenny," I say with a shake of my head, walking into the living room and flopping down on the couch, still more angry than upset. "I'm not upset that he's in love with him, I'm just pissed that it took screaming his name during sex to get a confession."

"Ouch." Bebe drops down beside me, tugging me into a one-armed hug and kissing my temple chummily. "Men are rats, listen to me, they're fleas on rats. Worse than that, they're amoebas on fleas on rats. I mean, they're too low for even the dogs to bite. The only man a girl can depend on is her daddy."

I roll my eyes, pushing her away from me a little. "Quoting Grease at me isn't going to help, Bebe. Besides, you depend on guys all the time, you whore."

She pouts playfully, shaking her head. "I don't depend on them. They depend on me. Imagine what would happen if I just said one day 'hey, boys, shop is closed, move along now'. Half of them wouldn't know what to do."

I smile a bit, shoving her again. "Plus, you basically just told me to be a lesbian."

"Maybe I want you for myself, she teases, kissing my neck lightly. "That'd be pretty nice."

A shiver goes through my body and I giggle almost nervously, glancing at my best friend. "Whatever, Bebe. You aren't gay."

She slides a hand down, rubbing a circle on my bare thigh lightly and looking at me. "How do you know? You've been so caught up in Stan all these years that maybe I've had a big fat lesbian crush on you and you never even noticed."

I open my mouth to speak but Bebe presses her lips to mine, running her hand down my thigh and squeezing lightly. It's a lot different than kissing Stan; Bebe is much softer and a hell of a lot less likely to accidentally hurt me in the process. She tastes like cherry lip gloss and I kiss back slowly, a little overwhelmed by the feeling.

Her hand travels up my thigh slowly, fingers ghosting over the front of my panties, and I gasp slightly, heat rushing to my face before her hand slips down the front of them, her finger ghosting across my clit lightly and sending shudders up my spine.

Bebe breaks the kiss, giving me a brazen smile and starting to kiss my neck, hands moving to unhook my bra and letting it drop to the couch before she cups my breasts, lowering her head and sucking on one of them lightly. I watch her, licking my lips a little bit as she sucks on my tit before pulling back, a finger working my clit slowly, more teasing than anything else. I watch her, moaning lightly as Bebe continues grinning, shaking her head. "You're not exactly saying no."

"I'm a hippie; I think you'll find I'm pretty damn open. Especially since I didn't cum when he was fucking me."

"I'll fix that, then," she purrs, pulling off her own tank top and playing her own tits a little as she slides her middle finger in me, finding my g-spot easily and pressing against it, making me jerk my hips forward a bit. Bebe smirks, leaning forward and kissing me hard on the lips again as she continues fingering me.

I spread my legs a bit, getting a little bolder and touching her tits lightly, squeezing a bit curiously because, well, I don't run around touching another girl's naked boobs every day. Bebe moans lightly, her free hand dropping to her shorts and pulling them down a little bit, slipping a hand in the front of her own underwear and starting to feel herself up.

She breaks the kiss, pulling her fingers out of me and getting on all fours, kissing along my inner thigh before flicking her tongue over my clit, watching for my reaction before going at it a little more boldly, sucking on it slowly as she sticks her own ass in the air, still fingering herself. I moan, watching her as she continues to lick and suck at my swollen clitoris, finally moving down a little lower and licking my pussy lightly.

She moves her hand, pushing my leg off the couch so I'm spread more before putting her attention back on my clit, flattening her tongue against it and licking lightly before beginning to suck a bit more. I drop my head back against the couch, a hand in Bebe's hair as I moan a bit, wriggling around and pushing against her mouth.

Bebe slips two fingers in me, pressing them to my g-spot and continuing to lick at my clit, still finger-fucking herself as she eats me out, only pulling off for a moment before smirking. "If I find any of Stan's pubes in my mouth, Wendy, I'm never doing this again."

I laugh slightly, pushing her back down. "Shut up, Bebe, and keep going."

She giggles, going back to what she's doing and licking my clit slowly. It feels absolutely fucking amazing; I never would have expected something like this from my best friend. She sucks on it for a bit, the pleasure mounting, and I finally hit the orgasm that I was totally denied by Stan earlier, arching up off the couch and crying out Bebe's name in a low voice so my parents don't hear.

She sits back, continuing to masturbate as she watches me, grinning flirtatiously before pushing herself to cum as well, moaning lightly before leaning forward and kissing me gently on the mouth. I kiss back a bit hesitantly, mostly because she just had her mouth all over my pussy, and then slide off the couch, pulling my underclothes back on for the second time that night, although now I'm shaking all over from exertion. "Mm, that was actually really nice."

Bebe grins, smacking my ass lightly and looping an arm around my waist, kissing my neck. "Let's just say that I'm really fucking happy Stan made that mistake."
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