SP; centi_porn Collection Post: Wendy/Bebe. Complete!
Due to the graphic nature of these short little drabbles, they are unable to be posted on fanfiction.net unless I want to get my ass kicked off the site. So, for your viewing pleasure (if you manage to see these), here are the collection of smutty drabbles for the centi_porn challenge. Notice the different pairing? The really different pairing? I've decided to try this and one other from South Park due to a recent obsession. I just wanted to see if I could pull of small amounts before going to the big leagues. I'm probably going to keep these under wraps, but other than that... yep. Don't judge me!
Challenge Table: Wendy/Bebe
Complete!
01.
Blossom
02.
Sweat
03.
Gaze
04.
Tongue
05.
Sweet
06.
Give
07.
Hand
08.
Compromise
09.
Chocolate
10.
Deep
11.
Shiver
12.
Melt
13.
Smooth
14.
Tingle
15.
Button
13. Smooth
Their eyes met, and the blonde smiled at the brunette. “Your legs are so smooth,” she said coyly, her slender hand tracing up the other girl’s pale leg.
The brunette smiled and blushed, waving her hand in dismissal.
“No, really,” her hand vanished under the other’s skirt, her smirk growing more wicked by the second.
“Bebe, stop,” Wendy warned, giving her a stern look.
“I just wanted to see what else was smooth,” she smiled innocently. Dipping into what she figured were pink, lace panties, she smiled. Deliberately “accidentally” brushing against her clit, she smiled at the other’s reaction. “Bare.”
04. Tongue
She didn’t know when she started liking kissing girls, but when Bebe drunkenly pushed her tongue into her mouth and led her to lie down on the couch, she knew she liked it entirely too much. The hollers of the boys around them, as well as the shocked gasps, were drowned out as their tongues dueled. She had never been kissed like that before in her life, and she wanted more of it.
Besides, there was one lingering thought that pestered Wendy: a drunken man’s words were a sober man’s thoughts. Did that mean the same for her actions, too?
05. Sweet
She could taste the sweetness of the candy the other had previously eaten, and couldn’t get enough of it. Pulling the brunette closer, she tipped them back onto the bed, nestling between her thighs. She thrived on contact, and with every time they ground hips with one another, she was brought closer to the point of no return. They knew they would be found out eventually, but the passionate kisses were too delicious to stop, especially now. Being on a diet was torture, Bebe felt, but she felt that it wasn’t cheating whenever she got a taste of Wendy’s lips.
06. Give
The flat plain of her abdomen always transfixed the blonde. She never saw her exercise, though she never saw her eat anything overly fatty. After asking her how she managed to stay so thin, the brunette shrugged with a smile, claiming it was the sex between her and Stan that kept her fit. Bebe couldn’t help but be jealous; however, that jealousy dissipated when Wendy suggested she give a demonstration to prove how she exerted herself during sex. The blonde’s eyes widened as a smile grew on her face; she could deal with that kind of jealousy. She definitely could.
09. Chocolate
Taking the heart-shaped chocolate into her mouth, she smiled. She loved Valentine’s Day for this reason, despite the fact she knew she would be in the gym for the rest of the week diligently trying to work the added calories off.
“I love watching you do that,” Wendy mumbled, her eyes drawn to Bebe’s lips.
“Have some,” the blonde offered the brunette a piece. “We can work the calories off together.”
“How?”
“By getting sweaty and working our muscles,” Bebe grinned, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“We won’t even have to leave the room, then,” Wendy shot back, raising her eyebrows.
03. Gaze
Her gaze was locked on her best friend, the way her lips parted, the way her hair moved with every turn of her head-more importantly, her eyes traveled down her cleavage, which she left open for all to admire. Surrounded by friends, boys are girls alike, she listened to a story with an enraptured grin. Without another word, Bebe stood and sauntered over to Wendy and sat down on her lap. Giggling at her action, Wendy wrapped her arms around the other girl’s waist, pulling her closer before pressing a kiss to her bare back. The boys stared in awe.
01. Blossom
“I’m sorry,” she smiled sadly at her best friend who was near tears. Stan had, yet again, forgot their anniversary-well, that’s what Wendy was led to believe.
Taking the blossoming rose that Stan had handed Bebe to pass along to Wendy since he was in a rush to get to practice, she handed it to the brunette. “I got this for you,” she murmured, then smiled at her best friend’s delight at the present.
“Thank you, Bebe,” she replied, kissing the blonde on the cheek. Sniffling, she wiped her watery eyes with the back of her hand.
“Always, for you.”
07. Hand
Grabbing her hand, Wendy tore off into the party searching for the group of girls they came with. Bebe, thoroughly intoxicated, was declaring her love for her best friend over and over again and it was beginning to get on Wendy’s nerves. She knew that Bebe was the type of girl who would hump anything with a pulse, but when she claimed she loved her and wanted her-that was the final straw. The brunette had been trying to ward off any feelings for her best friend, chalking them up to the need for interaction with someone that cared. Stupid alcohol.
14. Tingle
The Halloween party was certainly entertaining in the least; however, since pretty much everyone was wearing a mask, it proved to be problematic figuring out who was who. Cartman was the easiest to pick out in a crowd, as was Stan-since she knew his stature so well. Kenny was proving to be a devil, and she was almost one-hundred percent positive he was the mummy floating around-periodically pinching her ass-but... she lost Bebe some time back and couldn’t find her. Only when she felt a tingle rushed down her spine when she locked eyes with the blonde’s blue eyes-she knew.
02. Sweat
“How much of the football team have you fucked?” Wendy asked, disgusted at her best friend’s boasting.
“Everyone but... two, I believe,” she replied. After doing some counting on her fingers, she nodded to reaffirm her previous statement. “Everyone but Token and Stan, but I’m going out with Token this weekend, so that number’s gonna...”
“Bebe, why are you such a huge-“ she cut herself off. “Wait, not Stan?”
“No. I may love sex but I’m not an absolute skank. Even though he is mind-blowingly sexy.”
Nodding slowly, then blushing, she said, “Yeah, especially when he’s all sweaty from practice.”
08. Compromise
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Bebe asked, shooting her a smirk. “Has someone snuck in after practice themselves to have their way with a certain quarterback?”
The look on Wendy’s face was priceless. Sighing in defeat as her flushed cheeks and expression did more talking than her words, “Don’t say anything.”
“I promise. Plus, I’m going to probably give up the football team for a little compromise.”
“A compromise?”
“Sure! If you could sneak in for me every once in a while, of course,” she wiggled her eyebrows.
Wendy rolled her eyes in response, “You’re so much like Kenny.”
10. Deep
As she sat up, the sheet fell to her waist baring her naked torso to the moonlit room. She felt her heart being wracked with guilt as she surveyed the room which wasn’t hers. As she glanced down, the sight of her best friend was to be held. Her blonde hair framed her face and fell onto the pillow she snuggled into. She felt attached to her friend, sure, but... she couldn’t help but be blinded by the fact that she was using her for sexual gratification. Her heart belonged so deeply to someone else. She had to leave-she did.
11. Shiver
“Wendy, I’m cold,” she shivered visibly.
“It’s Colorado. And you’re naked.”
“Warm me up.”
“I’m busy doing homework,” she responded with a huff.
“Let me distract you,” the blonde cooed.
“You’re distracting enough. Would you mind putting some clothes on for Christ’s sake? Someone might walk in here and think the wrong thing.”
“Oh, so that’s what you’re worried about? I thought we went over this, Wendy. I love you, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I want to be your sex slave. I want you to be happy.”
“I want you to put some clothes on.”
12. Melt
She didn’t know how long she had been crying for, but the second her arms encircled her she felt safe and warm. She melted into her embrace, knowing it would be the only one that could comfort her. She was so confused in this world, with what it had to offer, but when Bebe’s arms came around her and she whispered words of encouragement and sympathy in her ear, she knew she could pull through-yet again. When her lips placed feather-light kisses on her own, she knew that she would really be all right. She would just have to be.
15. Button
“What are you wearing?” Bebe asked with wide eyes as she watched Wendy emerge from the bathroom.
“What? Too revealing?” the brunette responded, taking a couple steps back in to look herself over again. “It looks fine.”
“You never wear anything that low-cut. How many buttons did you undo?” Pause. “Christ, Wendy, you’ve got a nice set of tits,” Bebe complimented, then chuckled as Wendy rolled her eyes in response.
“Don’t call them ‘tits,’ it’s absolutely demeaning.”
“What? They’re pretty.” Walking up to Wendy, she cupped a breast in her hand, caressing a nipple with her thumb.
“Oh, Bebe...”
Challenge Table: Wendy/Bebe
Complete!
01.
Blossom
02.
Sweat
03.
Gaze
04.
Tongue
05.
Sweet
06.
Give
07.
Hand
08.
Compromise
09.
Chocolate
10.
Deep
11.
Shiver
12.
Melt
13.
Smooth
14.
Tingle
15.
Button
13. Smooth
Their eyes met, and the blonde smiled at the brunette. “Your legs are so smooth,” she said coyly, her slender hand tracing up the other girl’s pale leg.
The brunette smiled and blushed, waving her hand in dismissal.
“No, really,” her hand vanished under the other’s skirt, her smirk growing more wicked by the second.
“Bebe, stop,” Wendy warned, giving her a stern look.
“I just wanted to see what else was smooth,” she smiled innocently. Dipping into what she figured were pink, lace panties, she smiled. Deliberately “accidentally” brushing against her clit, she smiled at the other’s reaction. “Bare.”
04. Tongue
She didn’t know when she started liking kissing girls, but when Bebe drunkenly pushed her tongue into her mouth and led her to lie down on the couch, she knew she liked it entirely too much. The hollers of the boys around them, as well as the shocked gasps, were drowned out as their tongues dueled. She had never been kissed like that before in her life, and she wanted more of it.
Besides, there was one lingering thought that pestered Wendy: a drunken man’s words were a sober man’s thoughts. Did that mean the same for her actions, too?
05. Sweet
She could taste the sweetness of the candy the other had previously eaten, and couldn’t get enough of it. Pulling the brunette closer, she tipped them back onto the bed, nestling between her thighs. She thrived on contact, and with every time they ground hips with one another, she was brought closer to the point of no return. They knew they would be found out eventually, but the passionate kisses were too delicious to stop, especially now. Being on a diet was torture, Bebe felt, but she felt that it wasn’t cheating whenever she got a taste of Wendy’s lips.
06. Give
The flat plain of her abdomen always transfixed the blonde. She never saw her exercise, though she never saw her eat anything overly fatty. After asking her how she managed to stay so thin, the brunette shrugged with a smile, claiming it was the sex between her and Stan that kept her fit. Bebe couldn’t help but be jealous; however, that jealousy dissipated when Wendy suggested she give a demonstration to prove how she exerted herself during sex. The blonde’s eyes widened as a smile grew on her face; she could deal with that kind of jealousy. She definitely could.
09. Chocolate
Taking the heart-shaped chocolate into her mouth, she smiled. She loved Valentine’s Day for this reason, despite the fact she knew she would be in the gym for the rest of the week diligently trying to work the added calories off.
“I love watching you do that,” Wendy mumbled, her eyes drawn to Bebe’s lips.
“Have some,” the blonde offered the brunette a piece. “We can work the calories off together.”
“How?”
“By getting sweaty and working our muscles,” Bebe grinned, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“We won’t even have to leave the room, then,” Wendy shot back, raising her eyebrows.
03. Gaze
Her gaze was locked on her best friend, the way her lips parted, the way her hair moved with every turn of her head-more importantly, her eyes traveled down her cleavage, which she left open for all to admire. Surrounded by friends, boys are girls alike, she listened to a story with an enraptured grin. Without another word, Bebe stood and sauntered over to Wendy and sat down on her lap. Giggling at her action, Wendy wrapped her arms around the other girl’s waist, pulling her closer before pressing a kiss to her bare back. The boys stared in awe.
01. Blossom
“I’m sorry,” she smiled sadly at her best friend who was near tears. Stan had, yet again, forgot their anniversary-well, that’s what Wendy was led to believe.
Taking the blossoming rose that Stan had handed Bebe to pass along to Wendy since he was in a rush to get to practice, she handed it to the brunette. “I got this for you,” she murmured, then smiled at her best friend’s delight at the present.
“Thank you, Bebe,” she replied, kissing the blonde on the cheek. Sniffling, she wiped her watery eyes with the back of her hand.
“Always, for you.”
07. Hand
Grabbing her hand, Wendy tore off into the party searching for the group of girls they came with. Bebe, thoroughly intoxicated, was declaring her love for her best friend over and over again and it was beginning to get on Wendy’s nerves. She knew that Bebe was the type of girl who would hump anything with a pulse, but when she claimed she loved her and wanted her-that was the final straw. The brunette had been trying to ward off any feelings for her best friend, chalking them up to the need for interaction with someone that cared. Stupid alcohol.
14. Tingle
The Halloween party was certainly entertaining in the least; however, since pretty much everyone was wearing a mask, it proved to be problematic figuring out who was who. Cartman was the easiest to pick out in a crowd, as was Stan-since she knew his stature so well. Kenny was proving to be a devil, and she was almost one-hundred percent positive he was the mummy floating around-periodically pinching her ass-but... she lost Bebe some time back and couldn’t find her. Only when she felt a tingle rushed down her spine when she locked eyes with the blonde’s blue eyes-she knew.
02. Sweat
“How much of the football team have you fucked?” Wendy asked, disgusted at her best friend’s boasting.
“Everyone but... two, I believe,” she replied. After doing some counting on her fingers, she nodded to reaffirm her previous statement. “Everyone but Token and Stan, but I’m going out with Token this weekend, so that number’s gonna...”
“Bebe, why are you such a huge-“ she cut herself off. “Wait, not Stan?”
“No. I may love sex but I’m not an absolute skank. Even though he is mind-blowingly sexy.”
Nodding slowly, then blushing, she said, “Yeah, especially when he’s all sweaty from practice.”
08. Compromise
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Bebe asked, shooting her a smirk. “Has someone snuck in after practice themselves to have their way with a certain quarterback?”
The look on Wendy’s face was priceless. Sighing in defeat as her flushed cheeks and expression did more talking than her words, “Don’t say anything.”
“I promise. Plus, I’m going to probably give up the football team for a little compromise.”
“A compromise?”
“Sure! If you could sneak in for me every once in a while, of course,” she wiggled her eyebrows.
Wendy rolled her eyes in response, “You’re so much like Kenny.”
10. Deep
As she sat up, the sheet fell to her waist baring her naked torso to the moonlit room. She felt her heart being wracked with guilt as she surveyed the room which wasn’t hers. As she glanced down, the sight of her best friend was to be held. Her blonde hair framed her face and fell onto the pillow she snuggled into. She felt attached to her friend, sure, but... she couldn’t help but be blinded by the fact that she was using her for sexual gratification. Her heart belonged so deeply to someone else. She had to leave-she did.
11. Shiver
“Wendy, I’m cold,” she shivered visibly.
“It’s Colorado. And you’re naked.”
“Warm me up.”
“I’m busy doing homework,” she responded with a huff.
“Let me distract you,” the blonde cooed.
“You’re distracting enough. Would you mind putting some clothes on for Christ’s sake? Someone might walk in here and think the wrong thing.”
“Oh, so that’s what you’re worried about? I thought we went over this, Wendy. I love you, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I want to be your sex slave. I want you to be happy.”
“I want you to put some clothes on.”
12. Melt
She didn’t know how long she had been crying for, but the second her arms encircled her she felt safe and warm. She melted into her embrace, knowing it would be the only one that could comfort her. She was so confused in this world, with what it had to offer, but when Bebe’s arms came around her and she whispered words of encouragement and sympathy in her ear, she knew she could pull through-yet again. When her lips placed feather-light kisses on her own, she knew that she would really be all right. She would just have to be.
15. Button
“What are you wearing?” Bebe asked with wide eyes as she watched Wendy emerge from the bathroom.
“What? Too revealing?” the brunette responded, taking a couple steps back in to look herself over again. “It looks fine.”
“You never wear anything that low-cut. How many buttons did you undo?” Pause. “Christ, Wendy, you’ve got a nice set of tits,” Bebe complimented, then chuckled as Wendy rolled her eyes in response.
“Don’t call them ‘tits,’ it’s absolutely demeaning.”
“What? They’re pretty.” Walking up to Wendy, she cupped a breast in her hand, caressing a nipple with her thumb.
“Oh, Bebe...”