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Sixteen years old, and in the craziest situation one could possibly imagine. I, Kick Buttowski, am currently sneaking into Kendall Perkins' bedroom in the middle of the night.
I climb the tree outside her bedroom window, effortlessly and without a sound. I tap on the glass quietly, and Kendall looks up from the book she's reading. She comes to the window, sliding it open to allow me in. We've been doing this for about a week now, ever since she finally broke it off with Ronaldo.
She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers in a kiss that I've been waiting for all day. She's static for a second, not responding or pushing me away, before giving in to temptation and kissing me back. I move from her lips to kiss her neck, receiving a small moan of pleasure that I stifle by returning to her lips, for we don't want to wake up her parents.
She places her hands at the bottom of my neck, trying to pull me closer to her. I oblige, loving the way she touches me as I push her against the wall.
I pull away for a moment, caressing her cheek and running my fingers through her silky hair, just admiring her and thinking about how madly in love with her I am.
"Hello, beautiful," I say, leaning down to kiss her briefly.
She laughs quietly, reaching up to kiss me back. "Hello to you, too."
We make out for a short while. I kiss her everywhere I can - her lips, her ears, her nose, and her neck. I'm careful not to leave any marks, since we don't want anyone knowing about our little hook-ups.
"Come on, let's go," I say, leading her towards the window.
Kendall follows me, and we climb outside into the dark summer night. Even though it's well past two in the morning, it's still warm. We jump onto my skateboard, and head to the park, where I skid to a halt underneath the tree that has now become our regular make-out spot. We fall down into the grass, with Kendall sitting in my lap, and without a word, we resume kissing. No matter how many times or for how long we do this, it still feels amazing.
Our hands wander, hers running up and down my chest as one of my own finds its way underneath the bottom of her shirt to touch her bare skin. She pulls me in even closer as I kiss her neck, moaning in pleasure. I smile a little as I continue kissing her, loving the fact that I can do this to her since it tells me that she wants me just as desperately as I want her.
"Take this off," says Kendall, tugging on the collar of my t-shirt. I look at her for a few seconds, surprised slightly since this is the first time she's ever told me to take something off. When after another few seconds I still haven't moved, she looks at me firmly. "Now."
Snapping out of my stupor, I quickly remove my t-shirt, throwing it carelessly on the ground somewhere. Kendall kisses me once again, but with more passion and longing than before. I kiss her back immediately, overcome with love for her and caught up in the intensity of the moment. She trails kisses up and down my bare chest, and I shiver from the feeling of her lips all over me. It's amazing and sensational, and I barely manage to stop myself from moaning out loud.
When Kendall eventually returns to my lips, I place my hand on the small of her back to keep her there, fiddling absentmindedly with the bottom of her shirt.
"I take it you want this off, right?" says Kendall, smiling at me playfully.
I nod my head slightly, smiling back at her. "If you don't mind."
Kendall begins to unbutton her shirt slowly, teasing me in a way that somehow excites me and frustrates me at the same time. I move my hand to hurry her along a little, but she swats it away with a flirty smile.
"Be patient," she says, gently pushing my face away.
I watch impatiently as she continues to unbutton her shirt painfully slowly, clearly enjoying the effect her teasing is obviously having on me.
I pull on the sleeve of her shirt as she finally undoes the last button. "Take this off."
Kendall laughs, tossing her shirt away without looking. Now clad in only her bra from the waist up, she leans in to kiss me briefly. "Better?"
"Much."
As we begin to kiss again, I cautiously place a hand on her chest over her bra. Kendall gasps in surprise, but doesn't move my hand.
"Is this okay?" I ask, worried that I may have crossed a line.
She puts her own hand on top of mine gently, smiling at me in reassurance. "Yeah, it's fine."
I'm pretty sure I'm addicted to her now; simply kissing her had been incredible, but taking this next step with her is overwhelming in the best way possible.
After a while, we separate to catch our breaths. Kendall moves off me, resting her head in the nook of my neck as I wrap an arm around her shoulder to keep her there, for it just feels so right to be with her like this. We stay like that for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word or making a sound.
"Kick, what are we doing?" says Kendall, not bothering to sit up or move away from me.
"What we've been doing for a week now, I think, Kendall," I say simply.
"I know, but why are we doing it in secret?" She continues. "Is there really any point in hiding it anymore?"
I ponder her question for a moment. I suppose she's right, really. She's not with Ronaldo now, and it would be kind of nice to shock everybody by revealing whatever this is between me and Kendall.
"I don't know." I shrug my shoulders casually. "Do you want everyone to know about us?"
Kendall is quiet for a moment, clearly thinking about her answer. "I don't know."
After another few moments of silence, I push her down into the grass, leaning over her. "Well, for now, let's just forget about all that."
Kendall smiles at me in amusement, knowing that I'm simply avoiding the subject. But she doesn't protest, instead meeting me halfway so that we're once again making out. This whole thing is crazy and confusing, but it's also thrilling and exciting, and I just can't get enough of her.
I don't really know what we're doing or where we want this to go, and neither does Kendall. For now, though, it's enough to simply be with her, to touch her, to kiss her - we'll figure the rest out later.