Hey guys! Oh goodness! I'm sorry I haven't updated! I got so lazy! My bad, it's summer, can you blame me? ;)

Anyway! Here's the update! I hope you guys like it, I got stuck for a little bit here, butsoon, this will get heated up and ca-raaaazy. :D

NOW! On with the story! (BTW, someone pointed out that I did not write whether or not Maria put on her make-up again before going to hang out with the other boys, let's just say she did. Lol. Sorry for the story-lapse!)

"[Review] it even if you hate it." –Michael Buckley

I pulled up to Ina's house, trying to wipe off the smile that stained my mouth. This was not something I did. I did not kiss or have any sexual relations with someone and smile afterward. Well, maybe in the three seconds or so of post-euphoria after a much needed orgasm, I would smile. But never a kiss; let alone from some hockey-head. I was becoming weak! I felt like I was turning into the very type of person that Ina, Nicole and I mocked.

So, I walked into the house with a fake scowl and proceeded in trying to feel apathetic and soulless like before Kendall came around. I mumbled a "hey" to the two girls before I plopped down on Ina's bed and Nicole stared at me, a certain look on their faces.

"What?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"Nothing!" the quipped together.

Nicole then asks, "So. How've you been, stranger?"

"Yeah. We haven't seen you in forever, you've ditched us for the pucks." Ina added.

I shook my head, "No, no, no… I've only hung out with them like twice!"

"Lies," Nicole said, "since you started tutoring Kendall, a month ago, I haven't seen you!"

"It's been like… Three weeks, what are you talking a-?" I felt a soft pillow collide with my face and I fell back onto the bed, laughing uncontrollably, "WHAT was that for?"

"We miss you slut!" Ina yelled, laughing too.

I laughed more, "I miss you too. I'm sorry, guys. I just- Kendall is so- I've gone weak."

They nodded, "We know."

"But it's okay. I think you deserve a nice guy like him, even if he is a hockey-head." Nicole said.

Ina interjected, "Yeah, I don't you sleeping around anymore just to feel special for 15 minutes."

I frowned, "I don't do that…"

"Yes you do."

I then remembered maybe 3 guys who I only spoke to when I got horny, all from different schools. I really only saw them (slept with them) once or twice, I wasn't as big of a slut as my friends made me out to be. But I did feel horrible for practically using them. "Oh goodness. I guess I do."

They laughed matter-of-factly.

"Oh my god I'm such a slut!"

Nicole's eyes went wide and she yelled, "YOU LET HIM TOUCH THE HOLIEST OF HOLIES?"

Another pillow to the face, "What? NO! God, we barely kissed last night! Jesus!"

Ina and Nicole relaxed noticeably and nodded in approval. I giggled and laid my head down on the bed again. I sighed, "Guys. He's so sweet. And sexy. And his lips are really soft. And he genuinely cares about me."

Ina said, "He better. But what? Are you guys together now or something?"

I shook my head, "We haven't really talked about that yet. But I don't care. He's cute, he's smart, and he's a really good kisser. I don't see the need in labeling anything."

"Yeah. But what if he does? Do you want a boyfriend? " Ina prodded.

I stared at the ceiling and thought about her question. Did I want a boyfriend? The last real boyfriend I had was Wally Dooley, and that ended in a big time disaster after he turned into "Wayne-Wayne". He thought he was a badass, tough shit, when in reality, he was whipped like cream. I guess I "broke his heart" when I broke up with him. But only Ina and Nicole knew that I'd only done it because my father was drinking more and more, started yelling more and more, started caring about me less and less. I didn't want Wally-turned-Wayne-Wayne to do something stupid like confront my dad, 9even though he was one of the biggest cowards I knew).

"Hey! Earth to Maria!" Nicole waved her hand in front of my face, breaking me from my memory.

I turned to face the two of them and smiled, "I think I do."

Three weeks passed, and Kendall and I still hadn't discussed out "relationship". We spend a lot of time together, kissing, but never making it pass first base. I spent most of my time in his house with Katie and Mrs. Knight. It was the only place I ever felt truly welcome (besides from Ina's and Nicole's houses). Often times, I'd walk in through the back door, greet Mama Knight or Katie shortly then head to Kendall's room to watch T.V., watch him play guitar, work on Spanish, or even just lie in his bed with him, talking or napping.

It was getting closer and closer to the holidays, (we stayed in and passed out candy on Halloween while Katie conned kids and parents out of candy with Mama Knight), and Kendall pulled his comforter out of the closet and prepared for colder weather.

As time went by, hours spent in his bed, talking and cuddling, two things became very apparent to me; one: I knew exactly what I'd get him for Christmas, and two: the sexual tension building up between us was getting unbearable.

A couple of days before Thanksgiving, Mama Knight and Katie left to buy food for the big dinner that Thursday. Kendall and I were in his room, the house to ourselves. We were kissing, on his bed, my hands tangled in his hair as he hovered over me. His tongue dipped into my mouth, his taste enveloping my tongue. I moved my hand down to the hem of his shirt and tugged upward, our lips detaching only so he could discard his white v-neck. He moved his hand under the blue flannel he lent me, his hands gripping my waist, sending a buzz through my body, making my core hot and wet.

He moved his lips to my neck, as my hands grazed over his abs, then made my way over to the growing bulge in his jeans. I rubbed his erection through the fabric, feeling him groan against my neck. My hands hovered back up, to the button of his jeans.

I moved to unbutton his jeans, both of us breathing heavily-

"Kendall! Maria! Come help with the groceries!" Mama Knight yelled.

I groaned in frustration, trying to ignore the moisture in my panties, as he rolled off of me. He laid himself down next to me for a moment, and I moved my head onto his chest, his lips touching the top of my head.

I laughed, "You wind me up, Kendall."

He looked down, "Hey. You're telling me," gesturing at the bulge in his jeans. He sat up, fixing his jeans to hide his now dwindling erection. I pushed myself off of the bed and moved behind him, kissing his shoulders, and handing him his white v-neck.

"Let's go help my mom," he said as he stood, "we can continue this soon."

Unfortunately, after that, no further encounters happened, with school and his hockey games in the way. Also, Mama Knight spent every moment at the house, decorating and prepping for the holidays.

The day before Thanksgiving Mama Knight asked me, "What are you doing for Thanksgiving, Maria?"

I continued cutting the carrots for tomorrow's dinner and replied easily, "What I've been doing on Thanksgiving since the 8th grade, watching a movie, and stuffing my face with popcorn." My cutting became rapid as I ended my answer, the frustration evident in my voice, and Mama Knight reached over and stopped my hand.

"Hey. What's wrong?" she asked, concern in her voice.

Without looking up from the carrots, "Nothing."

She walked over to me, "No. Yes there is. Talk. Don't lie either."

"Really. I just like being by myself on holidays. And no one is ever around anyway." I replied, finally looking up and into her concerned eyes. It wasn't a complete lie. I did like being by myself, and no one was ever around. My father found holidays an excuse to drink even more.

"You know you mean a lot to Kendall, so you mean a lot to me. We're here for you."

I smiled, "Thank you."

She patted my hand and continued with her original point, "So. Would you like to spend Thanksgiving with us tomorrow?" All of my nieces and nephews will be there, and you won't have to be by yourself."

I thought for a moment, returned to cutting carrots and replying, "I think I will come. Thanks."

Blah ending! Sorry! Next update will come sooner! I promise! :D