Hey guys! It's been a while, hasn't it? c:

Oh gosh, this story has been a long time coming, let me tell you what. I actually think I started it in October, with the intention of finishing it by Christmas, but I lost my steam half way through...anyway though, I had already typed out, gosh, I thing 75,000 words, something like that? Who knows? Anyway though, I've picked it up again! So as far as the details with updating goes, I would say 60% or 70% of the story is basically finished. It needs to be fleshed out and edited, but for a while, expect regular updates. I really, really hope I can finish it for you guys, and I hope you enjoy the zesty road to completion.

So that comment brings me to my next point: most of you know, I write my fair share of lemons; this story is no exception. I'm not saying there is going to be adult content in every chapter, but the first few are going to have a good bit of smut, so keep that in mind. I don't want any flames, constructive criticism only. I'm serial. :I Don't like, don't read.

Also, this first chapter is a bit short, for my standards. I am loath to upload something so short, but I kind of wanted to get the story going. Plus, I want to really focous on my diologe as well. So...that's that.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, yadda yadda yadda...

"Bye mom!" Kyle's shoes crunched against the freshly blanketed ground, a plethora of white filling his vision. He rubbed his hands together and carefully walked down the icy stairs and towards his hunter green Suzuki Sidekick. He unlocked it and settled in, hurling his back pack into the backseat, mentally preparing himself for yet another day at his sorry excuse for a school. With a sigh and a slam of his door, Kyle pulled out of his driveway and headed two houses down.

His hand already hovered over the horn when, to his surprise, Stan was outside waiting for him. The black haired boy's face was round with such a ridiculously uncharacteristic smile that it induced Kyle to raise his eyebrow. The shorter boy all but staggered into the passenger side of the car, nearly slipping on ice as he opened the car door. He plopped down into the car languidly and let his bag sit in his lap.

Kyle smirked. "Things go good with Wendy last night?" Kyle inquired as he pulled away from the curb and started down the road. Stan gave a knowing look and smiled even wider, he cheeks coloring the faintest rose. "Come on, what happened?" Kyle pressed eagerly. "Did you guys make up? Well obviously but I mean…well?"

"She showed me her boobs." Stan breathed out in a content voice. Kyle gawked, shocked that Wendy, the goody-two shoes of South Park, the girl who had never worn a skirt above the knee, had shown Stan her boobs. "And she let me touch them." Stan went on. "Dude, it was so awesome."

"Wait like…just her boobs? Or with a bra?" Kyle felt bad for asking, thinking of how Wendy's privacy had already been invaded, but he just had to know.

"Well she started off with the bra, but then after a while she pulled it up over them. They were so…" Stan paused. "Squishy. And like…heavy…and awesome." Kyle grimaced slightly and shook his head, trying to remove the image of Wendy's chest from his mind. "And I asked her if she was ready to like…you know…bump ugly's." Kyle laughed and Stan smiled with mirth. "And she told me she'd think about it." Kyle leaned back in his seat.

"Are you sure that you're ready for that kind of thing? I mean…we're only sixteen." Kyle asked his friend seriously. Stan gave him a skeptical look.

"Gah, you sound like the sex ed teacher. If you were in my position, what would you do? I mean come on." Stan replied and the Jewish boy frowned in sheepish thought.

"True." Kyle admitted. "I guess we're just at that age…"

"Mentally, you're a fifty year old woman. Please don't pick up knitting and start saying how fast we're growing up." Stan grinned and Kyle hit him playfully in the shoulder. "Anyway, I'm just saying. What's the harm in it? She's on birth control."

"Stan you shouldn't be telling me that!" Kyle said, though only half of him was serious. The other half was deeply interested in the goings on of the black haired couple's relationship. "Wendy wouldn't want me to know."

"You're the one who was so curious in the first place. And you're open-minded with that kind of stuff, it's not like you care. Don't fain a responsible nature." Again, Stan had a good point, so Kyle just zipped his mouth. "Anyway, I'd wear a condom…it's not like this is out of place. I mean…aren't you interested in sex?"

Kyle frowned. "This conversation has taken a gay turn."

Stan burst with laughter. "I'm serious though!" He said through chuckles.

"So am I!" Kyle laughed out.

"But really! You're the gay one. I never hear you talk about this kind of thing." Stan's tone grew a bit concerned. "I mean…I know this is a kind of serious conversation to be had before ten in the morning but I really do wonder, are you gay?"

"What? No!" Kyle nearly shouted, eyebrows furrowing in the process. "I like boobs!" he insisted with an almost irritated tone.

"Cartman has boobs. Do you like Cartman?" Stan shook with amusement.

"Hell no. Dude, don't even joke about that. Some people like that kind of thing." Kyle sighed heavily. "I like girls. I definitely like girls. Don't worry about me being gay, okay. Especially for Cartman." Kyle shuddered.

"Look, I'm not saying it's a problem, I mean I know you like girls. But you don't really show much interest in anyone." Stan noted, noticing that they were nearing the school.

"South Park doesn't exactly have the best selection, you know. Plus, our girl to boy ratio is like, one to five." Kyle pulled into the large school parking lot. Stan rolled his eyes.

"As true as that is, you could find somebody. It just seems like you don't even try sometimes, doesn't it? I mean, do you?" The black haired boy got Kyle's backpack out of the backseat while they parked.

"I just think some things are more important than getting laid." Kyle shut off his car and looked at his best friend.

"What's more important than that? Name one thing." Stan challenged, zipping up his football jersey.

"Uh…" Kyle chewed his lip and thought. "…studying?" Stan's eyes momentarily got wide.

"HA! Good one." Stan got out of the car and slammed the door. "You're hopeless." Stan said, barely audible from outside the vehicle. Kyle scoffed and got out of the car, locking it behind him. "I mean you can't be serious, Kyle."

"I am! What's so bad about that? If I'm ever going to be a vet, I have to focus on school right now, romance can come later." Kyle hoisted his heavy book sack up to get a better hold on it.

"I'm not really talking about romance; I'm just talking about somebody who you can fuck." Stan suddenly stopped in his tracks and Kyle turned to look at him. The red head furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?" He asked, slightly annoyed.

"You're into bestiality aren't you? That's why you want to be a vet!" Stan mocked him yet again. Kyle opened his mouth to retort, but before he could get anything out, an arm wrapped around him out of nowhere.

"This sounds like a conversation I should be a part of." Kenny's voice was muffled behind his tight orange scarf. "What are we talking about?"

"About how Kyle's asexual." Stan laughed loudly and Kyle smacked his forehead.

"I'm not asexual!" Kyle blurted out as a few people passed by, Clyde shouting, 'Good for you Kyle!' from across the parking lot.

"I always kinda thought you were gay." Kenny commented as the boys started to go up a hill that leads to the high school's main entrance. Kyle gave him a livid glance and Stan nodded vehemently.

"That's what I thought for the longest time! It's something about the way he walks or that, you know his pants are a little tighter than they have to be—"

"Guys! Shut up! I'm not gay, or asexual, or bisexual, I'm regular-sexual! Boobs, boobs, boobs. " Kyle unenthusiastically insisted, nearly ready to give up. Hell, maybe he was asexual.

"Oh yeah! Cartman had a nice set of boobs." Kenny said ecstatically, waving at a few friends who passed by. Kyle groaned deep within his throat.

"I know, right!" Stan smacked Kyle's back in good fun as Kyle's hands fisted in his pockets.

"I like my boobs served with vaginas! Ugh, oh hell, sure I'm asexual. Now we can have a gay, a straight guy, a bisexual, and an asexual in the group." Kyle frowned. "Happy now?"

Kenny nodded excitedly, "Immensely. I got laid last night!"

"I'M GOING AHEAD." Kyle flew into the school and down a hallway before either Kenny or Stan could stop him. Stan scratched his head and Kenny looked slightly hurt.

"Maybe he's homophobic too?" Kenny inquired, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Nah, he's just sexually frustrated." Stan replied, pulling out his phone.

Kyle burst through the back doors of the school. Upon seeing the familiar site of the empty stretches of old, worn-out brick walls, relief flooded through him. He walked over to his usual spot of the wall and dug through his bag, quickly finding the small rectangular bag he was looking for. He opened it and pulled the long nicotine stick from it, placing it between his lips. He was a full thirty minutes before school started, there was time for this. He lit it up with his lighter and took a long drag on it, his shoulders sagging. Was it normal to get so stressed out in the morning? For him, yes.

Just as he was really starting to relax, he saw a rush of blonde out the corner of his eyes.

"Do you have a light?"

Kyle jumped. "Holy shit!" He jumped away from the wall and turned on his heels. He relaxed slightly when he saw his classmate, Bebe Stevens, peeking out from around the corner, her freakishly long blonde curls cascading down, shinning in the sunlight. He had to admit, though he didn't particularly like the thought of company at the moment, she was a sight for sore eyes. He had never really talked to her much, but she was extremely beautiful and friendly, as far as he knew.

"Tense, aren't you?" She giggled, the sound as adorable as it was slightly annoying at the time. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. My lighter is dead."

"Nah, it's not a problem. Here." Kyle held out the flam and Bebe bent down, holding it between her fingers as the flame burned the end of the fag, looking up at the boy through her long, blonde lashes.

"Do you mind? I usually smoke alone, but you know, they say that it isn't as bad for you if you do it in good company." Bebe said in her soft, but high pitched voice. Kyle shrugged and nodded, a relaxed smile setting on his visage. They both stood beside each other, a comfortable atmosphere settling around them. After a few minutes of silence, Bebe spoke up. "You know, I used to think that smoking was supposed to make you feel cool, but I don't really feel cool while I'm doing it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It makes me feel like…sad sometimes. But then relaxed at the same time." Kyle added.

"You know that weird feeling you get when you watch Indie movies by yourself? That's how it makes me feel." Bebe blew the smoke out and kicked around some snow with her light brown boot. Kyle looked confused.

"What feeling?" The boy asked. Bebe shrugged.

"I don't know, that feeling…that weird, empty feeling. Like…I think it's because there isn't enough sound in the background or something." She took a drag. "But I don't really like Indie movies. They take themselves too seriously."

Kyle's looked up at the sky and then back at her. Her red sweater was tight fitting and, although it was a sweater, it looked thin. It was low cut and you could see the peaks on her chest pressing against the fabric, as if they were angry she hadn't covered them more to protect them from the Colorado cold. Her jeans hugged her hips all too well and went down to fall into knee high boots. "Uh, are you cold?" Kyle looked down at his own attire; all covered in a heavy jacket, hat, mittens, and so forth, he was much more properly dressed than she.

"Nah, I like the cold. It keeps me awake." Bebe smiled up at him and Kyle could clearly see down her shirt. He looked away, flushed. The blonde's happy face turned into one of confusion. "What's up? You good?"

"Ah, uh, yeah. I was just thinking that…well, maybe you'd want my jacket. Because you can catch a cold like that." Kyle gnawed at the inside of his cheek, a habit he'd adapted over the past few years.

Bebe giggled again, this time it was much less annoying than before. "Kyle, you're so forward." She gave an expression of mock shock. "Offering a lady your jacket before you even know her middle name, you should be ashamed!"

Kyle smiled genuinely. "Well what's your middle name?"

Bebe put her hand on her hip and cocked a brow at him. "Renee. Yours?"

Kyle placed his cigarette between his lips and unzipped his jacket, taking it off and handing it to her. "It's Derrick. Now, take it. At least while we're outside."

Bebe accepted the outerwear graciously and put it on, it somehow swallowing her curvy frame. "Thanks. I guess chivalry isn't dead."

"Who said it wasn't?" Kyle took a long drag. "Do you think it's bad that I don't think about sex?"

Bebe's whole face turned red and she looked down, smiling, like an embarrassed school child. Wow, that was cute…

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that! I just mean…well…I'm sorry, that was an awkward question." Kyle blushed darkly.

"Well…how little do you think about sex?" Bebe's blushed was fading and she was looking at him honestly. Kyle's face, on the other hand, grew darker, and he couldn't return her gaze.

"Like…uh…" Kyle covered his mouth with his hand while the cigarette hung between his fingers and burned, forgotten. "Like…hardly ever. Maybe once a day, at the most…not a lot."

"Well…" Bebe took one last hit off her drug and threw it into the snow, stepping on it for good measure. "Yeah, that's pretty bad." Bebe dead panned and Kyle slummed against the wall. So there is something wrong with me… "I mean, I am in a constant state of thinking about sex though, which is abnormal too, so don't feel bad. If only we could change sex drives."

Kyle's whole face was practically scarlet at this point. "You think about sex?"

Bebe nodded vigorously. "Oh yeah, all the time. I love sex, and all the things pertaining to sex. I want to become a sex therapist."

Kyle's heart skipped a beat. "How often do you masturbate? Like, everyday? How often should I?"

Bebe broke into an all out laugh. "Sweetie, I'm not one yet. But…" Bebe blushed softly but had her embarrassment under control. "I masturbate at least two times a day…sometimes three. It depends. I think guys should do it at least once a day. Do you?"

"Uh…" Kyle rubbed the back of his head. "No…at the most I do it every four or five days."

"Wow! That is really low!" Bebe said before she could think. Kyle felt like an arrow went into his back. "You need to do that more often!"

"Well don't tip toe around my feelings!" Just as Kyle finished his sentence the bell rang. Kyle's eyes grew wider and he dropped his cigarette into the snow, making to go back inside the school. "We'd better get to class now! I didn't notice what time it was, we'll both get—"

With almost superhuman strength, the blonde girl grabbed the boy and slammed his back against the wall, his head hitting it lightly. Kyle's first reaction was to be angry, "What the hell Bebe! I could have busted my…skull…open…?" Kyle noticed her sinking out of his field of vision until she was on her knees in the snow. "What…uh…what are you…doing? We don't have time for messing around; we'll miss c-class…" His voice broke and he could feel the sweat breaking out on his skin, his fingers gripped the brick wall and his ears burned.

Bebe looked up at him, flush set with a resolute expression. Her hand traveled to her chest and she held the neck line of her sweater away from her skin far enough for him to see down it, pert, hard nipples, visible and pressing against the red fabric. "I saw you looking." She said softly, her fingers playing with his belt buckle. Her pressed her chin down against his stomach and sent a Cheshire cat like smile up at him. "I like you. You're adorable."

Kyle gulped and watched her blue eyes sparkle as she felt him harden under her hands. "It feels like you like me too…do you?"

"Of course I do...!" Kyle felt all too thrilled to watch her undue his belt. "But this isn't something…you should be doing!"

"I don't see you pushing me away. Besides…I trust you. I can feel it. I have plans, and I want you. Let me do this for you." Bebe's words seemed so easily said and so assured that Kyle felt no more words bubble up in his throat, only anticipation swelling within his chest and elsewhere. He watched intently, biting down hard on his lip as she opened his jeans and skillfully unbuttoned the boxer briefs that his member was straining against.

Just like that he sprang forward, in all of his circumcised glory, of average length and girth. His slightly bent and imperfect appendage was out for the cold air to surround. The momentary discomfort of the freezing air around his most sensitive part was short-lived, however, for almost as soon as Bebe saw it, it was being swallowed up by her hot, wet mouth. So simple and so perfect.

"Ng…oh…" Kyle pressed his lips together and tried to contain himself. So many sensations came to him at once; the spongy feel of her cheek as the head of his dick pressed against it, the rough feel of her tongue against the large vein that ran on the underside of him, the accidental brush of her teeth against his searing length, and the simulations sucking and bobbing of her head. Oh too much, far too much.

"Nggh…hah! G-god..oh…god…oh yes. Bebe, shit…" His long fingers laced in her curly blonde hair as she worked, humming around him.

"Fffmm mmmm…" Bebe mumbled incoherently. Kyle gasped hoarsely, brows knitting together tight. "Mmhhm ffmmph…"

"God, d-don't talk…while…ug…hah…f-fuuuuck…" Kyle fisted her hair. "That's it…don't s-stop...gonna…I-I'm gonna..." Kyle's words caught in his throat. "L-look at me, p-please…?" His demand was weak and pleading, but she did as told, looking up at him through those blonde lashes just as she had a few minutes earlier.

That was it, he was done. He came hard, looking down at her and seeing her mouth get filled, feeling and hearing her swallow it all…he felt bad that he had cum so much, but it couldn't be helped. It's not like he'd prepared for it.

Bebe pulled away, gulping down the last bit and licking her lips as if she'd just finished a meal. "Jesus…" Kyle sank to his ass in the snow. Bebe looked at him, her legs wet. She reached forward and began cleaning him up.

"Isn't it a little weird for you to be saying 'Jesus' when you're Jewish?" She tucked him back in and zipped him up, buckling his belt back.

"Bebe, I'm confused…" Kyle looked at her languidly.

"I don't see whats so confusing about it, Jesus is Christian and you're Jewish. It's just a little—"

"Don't play stupid. I know you aren't stupid. Why did you just…uh, suck me off? It was just like…hey I'm Bebe, I'm gonna suck your cock." Kyle faltered. "Not that it wasn't…awesome…"

Bebe paused and looked down. "Look…you work at the coffee shop now, right?"

"Yeah, how did you know? I've never seen you in there." Kyle looked even more confused.

"It doesn't matter….anyway…I'll stop by there later on, okay? Is that okay?" She tucked a long strand behind her ear, as she was apt to do, and gave Kyle a serious look. Kyle nodded quickly.

"Sure yeah…yeah that's fine…I'll be there."

Kyle smiled lightly, not able to suppress the rapid thumping of his heart. Bebe mirrored his smile and took his cheeks in her hands, bringing him down to kiss his forehead. It seemed like a surprisingly innocent gesture compared to what they had just done. After, she got up and sashayed back from where she'd came, behind the corner. Kyle sat there for a minute, slightly dumfounded. He got back up on to unsteady, jello knees and went back into the school, all the while wondering what had just happened.

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