Intimate Encounter

Content warning: This chapter explores mature themes and contains explicit content. If you are easily offended or prefer to avoid such material, please feel free to skip to the next chapter. Viewers discretion is advised.

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My pulse races as he leans in closer, his voice barely audible.

"Do you want us to start with something else first?" he asks, his words sending shivers down my spine.

Start with what?

My lips part, but all that escapes is a hesitant "uhh..." as I struggle to find the right words.

He leans in closer, his eyes locking intensely onto mine, and whispers, "What do you say?"

"Uhh..." I stutter, my heart racing as his words hang in the air.

But instead of giving me space, he inches his face closer to mine, forcing me to bend backwards in a gentle arc.

"We could do something new," he breathes, his words snapping my eyes wide open.

I grip the sofa tightly. "Uhm, what do you mean?" I ask, my back pressing against the seat as I lean away from him.

But then I freeze, my eyes widening in shock as I realize how vulnerable I've made myself, lying flat on the sofa.

Kendrick looms over me, his gaze burning with an intense lust that sends shivers coursing down my spine.

"W-what..." I stammer, my mind blank, but he leans in closer, his elbows on either side of my head, caging me in.

Our noses almost touch, and I feel like I'm melting under the heat of his gaze, my senses heightened as I breathe in his scent.

I wonder what he's going to do next... The thought makes my heart beat slowly, heavy with anticipation.

I could easily push him away, but a thrill of excitement coursing through me makes me hesitant to stop him.

And then, he brushes his nose against mine, sending sparks flying through my entire being.

The gentle touch leaves me feeling exposed, yet I'm powerless to move away.

My body seems to lean in, craving more, as the sparks ignite a fire within me.

"I've always wondered what it'd be like with you," he whispers, his minty breath dancing across my skin, sending more shivers down my spine.

"Huh?" I ask softly, as my chest rises and falls with anticipation.

He responds with a gentle kiss on my cheek, his lips brushing against my skin like a feather, sending a flutter through my entire being.

That sound, the soft hum of his breathing, is like a gentle caress, and I feel a stirring within me, a sensation that both thrills and terrifies me.

I'm unsure where this is heading, but I'm powerless to stop it.

As I try to speak, my voice trembles. "Uhm, Kendrick," I call out, but he silences me with a gentle kiss on my chin.

Oh Lord, this is getting out of hand!"

"Ken-" I try again, but he's too busy showering my neck and cheeks with sensual kisses, leaving me dazed, scared, and pleasured all at once.

I need to tell him, I really do. I'm on my period, and I'm only 17 - I'll be 18 next year, but still! His kisses are like a spell, pulling me under, and I feel my resolve weakening.

I grasp his shoulders, intending to push him away, but my body betrays me, and I find myself melting into his touch, craving more.

His hands grasp my waist, making contact with my bare skin, his touch warm and sweet as his fingers begin to caress my waist in gentle, exploratory strokes, sending shivers down my spine.

Meanwhile, his lips dance across my neck, tender kisses leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

The pleasure is almost overwhelming, my eyes fluttering closed in surrender.

But they snap open again, as his lips claim mine in a slow, deliberate kiss.

It's as if he's savoring the taste of my lips, his mouth moving with a gentle reverence that leaves me melting into his embrace.

His lips continue to dance against mine, exploring the contours of my mouth as his hands roam around my waist, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I remain still, my lips parted in surrender, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

As our tongues touch, he licks mine, then takes it in his, sucking gently.

The passion in his kiss ignites a fire within me, but my excitement is short-lived.

I'm abruptly reminded of my period as blood begins to flow uncontrollably, and I fear staining my clothes once more.

But his hands, still on my waist, pull me out of my thoughts as they start to roam upward, his fingers tracing my bare skin.

He wraps his arms around me tightly, our chests pressed together, and continues to kiss me with intensity.

I surrender to his embrace once more, allowing him to kiss me because he does it so slowly and passionately, leaving me wanting more. He's an expert at it!

But then, his lips suddenly pull away from mine, his breathing slightly labored, which earns a frown from me. Why did he stop?

"I can't be the only one..." he whispers, leaving me confused. Only one what?

"Kiss me back," he whispers, his lips melting into mine once more in a slow, sensual kiss, as he gently nods my head up and down.

As he deepens the kiss, his arms release me, only to roam freely around my exposed waist.

His hands caress my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine, and I find myself kissing him back, our lips moving in perfect sync.

My hands instinctively wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as he intensifies the pace.

Our lips move faster, the intensity building, and I feel myself getting lost in the moment. Our bodies press together, our hearts racing as one, the world around us melting away.

But then, he suddenly lifts me up, settling me onto his lap without breaking our kiss.

His hands roam freely around my back, exposing my skin to the cool air and sending shivers down my spine.

His fingers deftly explore every inch of my back, squeezing and caressing my skin, as I keep my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer.

Our lips remain locked, the intensity of our kiss escalating with every passing moment.

I'm taken aback by how effortlessly natural it feels, and I find myself pondering where he honed his skillful technique.

But I'm not complaining – I'm savoring every second of it!

However, our lips eventually part, and he draws me in closer, our chests pressed together.

He begins to shower my neck with gentle, tender kisses, tracing a sensual path down to my collarbone.

His hands move to hold the sides of my waist, and he starts trailing upward, his lips leaving a trail of kisses on my chest.

I'm completely entranced, my mouth parted, and my eyes closed, savoring the pleasure.

"You're just so...smooth," he whispers against my neck, his breath tickling my senses, and I smile, my breathing labored, as I succumb to the sensation.

His hands begin to roam upwards, his fingers brushing against my skin, and I sense his intention to explore further.

But just as he's about to, a sudden phone call rings, snapping my eyes open.

Kendrick doesn't seem to mind, though - he continues to gently squeeze my breasts, causing me to let out a surprised moan.

This is getting too far, too fast!

I attempt to push him away, grasping his shoulder to create some space, but he envelops me in a tight embrace, refusing to release me as he continues to shower my neck with ardent kisses.

"Ken—" I try to protest, but he silences me with a passionate kiss, his lips pressing intensely against mine.

The persistent ringing continues, and I realize it's coming from my bag. Who could be calling at this moment?

I try to articulate my thoughts, but Kendrick's persistence leaves me breathless. We're not even in a relationship, and this is happening!

Oh my!

The sudden realization strikes me, and I summon the strength to push him away.

Our lips separate with a distinct click, and I manage to break free from his grasp.

Kendrick looks taken aback, his swollen lips curving into a faint, confident smile.

"Uh, I think I went too far," he says softly, and I nod in agreement, my face still flushed from the intensity of the moment.

I quickly shift positions, moving from his lap to sitting beside him, and take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

Then, I rummage through my bag, my hands trembling slightly as I answer the call without checking the caller ID.

As soon as I put the phone to my ear, a familiar voice booms from the other end, making my heart skip a beat.

"Chimamanda, where the hell are you?!" Kelly's voice yells, her tone a mix of worry and annoyance, piercing through the phone's speaker.

How did she even get my number? And why is she using my full name?

"Hey, answer me, where are you?!" Kelly continues, her voice escalating, making me feel increasingly uneasy.

I dart a glance at Kendrick, hoping for some guidance on how to respond, but he just smirks, offering no assistance.

I look away, feeling flustered and cornered. "Say something already!" Kelly yells again, her tone growing more exasperated.

I part my lips, struggling to gather my thoughts, and finally manage to stammer, "Uhm, Kelly..."

"What took you so long to respond, Amanda? Say something! Where are you? Don't you know what time it is? Lecture should have ended ages ago!"

"Uhm, I went to see a friend," I say softly, trying to sound calm.

"What friend?!" Kelly yells, her voice piercing through the phone, forcing me to momentarily pull it away from my ear before returning it.

"A course mate," I reply, struggling to maintain a neutral tone.

"Doesn't this course mate know what time it is? Shouldn't they know you should be back by now?!" Kelly continues to shout, her voice grating on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard.

I feel my composure start to fray as she demands, "Say something, Mandy! I thought you were an indoor person!"

"I'll be back soon, Kelly, please stop shouting."

"And how did you even get my number?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

"From your cousin, of course."

"Now, come home fast, I'm hungry," she says, her tone suddenly calm and matter-of-fact.

I sigh, feeling frustrated and a bit hurt by her sudden change in demeanor.

"Is that the only reason you're concerned about my whereabouts?" I ask, trying to keep my tone neutral and hide my growing annoyance.

"Whatever, just come home quick," she says abruptly, and with that, she ends the call, leaving me feeling a bit miffed.

"She can be quite a pain in the butt, isn't she?" Kendrick asks suddenly, and I turn to him, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, and extremely lazy. I'm always the one who ends up cooking; she doesn't lift a finger."

Kendrick raises an eyebrow briefly. "Pretty much expected huh?"

But then he smirks, his gaze turning intense. "If you agree to be my girlfriend, I'll let you stay with me."

I playfully tap his lap. "Nope. Even if I agreed, I wouldn't move in with you."

Kendrick's smirk persists as he asks, "Oh, but why?"

I stand up, packing my things into my bag, and respond, "It's because I don't trust you."

His smirk remains unchanged as he repeats, "Trust me?"

I shoulder my bag and explain, "Yeah, because I've gotten to know you personally, and you're an extremely intimate person. You'd want to have sex every day!"

"I won't, I promise."

I raise a skeptical eyebrow, questioning his sincerity.

"Really?"

"Uh, yeah," he responds, but I'm not convinced.

I shake my head, folding my arms across my chest, and say, "If Kelly hadn't called, I'm pretty sure you would have gone further. I'm still a young girl, you know."

I pause, my gaze drifting to the carpet, and add, "And also..." My voice trails off, hesitant to continue.

"What's wrong?" Kendrick asks softly.

I take a deep breath before continuing, "I told you I'm on my period, so it's impossible for us to have sex."

Then I glance back at him, ignoring his smirk. "And besides, my mom would definitely kill me if I got involved in anything like that."

But Kendrick chuckles and stands up, walking towards me with a gentle smile.

He grasps my shoulder, his touch warm, and says, "I wasn't going to have sex with you."

I look up at him, blinking continuously, "Really?"

He nods, his eyes filled with warmth. "How could I forget that you told me earlier?"

He pauses, his gaze searching mine, as if seeking permission to continue.

"If I really wanted to have sex with you, I would have stripped you right from the start."

His words are unexpected, and I feel a flutter in my chest, my defenses beginning to crumble.

I smile, feeling a strong connection to him, and for a moment, I consider saying yes to being his girlfriend.

The thought sends a thrill through me, but I decide to wait a little longer, savoring the anticipation.

Soon, I'll say yes to him, and I can't help but wonder what that will bring.

My gaze wanders from his eyes to the collar of his sweater, and I start fidgeting with my bag straps, my nerves getting the better of me.

But then, he lets out a short, gentle laugh, and I glance up at him. I don't even bother asking what's so funny; I'm just happy that he's happy.

"I'll drop you off," he says.

I nod, smiling softly, and we exit his room, stepping into the empty hallway.

We continue our walk in comfortable silence until we reach the elevator.

As we step out into the evening air, I'm struck by how late it is. The sky is dark, and the stars are visible, twinkling like diamonds.

Kelly was right; I am late.

"Come on, babe," Kendrick calls out suddenly, catching me off guard.

"Huh?!" I exclaim, my eyes narrowing in surprise.

"Babe?" I repeat.

I quickly walk to the car and get in on the other side, eager to confront him about the unexpected term of endearment.

As soon as I slam the door shut, I turn to him with a slight frown.

"Why'd you call me babe?" I ask, my tone playful but probing.

He smirks mischievously, "Just practicing for when you say yes."

Without waiting for my response, he starts the engine and begins driving, leaving me wondering what he's getting at.

I decide to let it slide. I don't mind if he calls me that... but it's gonna be after I agree to date him, not before!

Minutes later, we pull up to my lodge gate and come to a stop.

I lean out the window to take in the lively scene - people milling about, noise filling the air, and bright lights illuminating the area.

Thankfully, the electricity is on, so I won't need to rely on my phone's flashlight to tackle my math homework, which I had intended to do at Kendrick's place.

Just as I'm absorbing the atmosphere, Kendrick asks, "You sure you don't want to spend the night with me?"

I turn to him, noticing the mischievous glint in his eye, and can't help but smile back.

"I'm pretty sure I don't," I reply with a playful laugh.

But Kendrick's smile remains unfaltering, and he suddenly releases his seatbelt and leans in close to me, his sudden proximity silencing my laughter.

Before I can even process his intentions, he gently takes hold of my chin and presses a soft, gentle kiss against my lips, lingering for a moment as if savoring the connection.

Then, he pulls away and settles back into his seat, leaving me with a racing heart.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says, his smile still radiating warmth, and I hastily nod in agreement.

Then I step out of the car and wave goodbye to Kendrick, and he responds with a playful blown kiss, sending a delightful flutter through my heart.

I close the door and turn towards the open gate, feeling euphoric and as if I'm walking on air.

As I begin walking towards it, I glance around to see if anyone has noticed my arrival, but everyone seems engrossed in their own activities, which is a welcome relief.

I breathe a sigh of contentment, feeling grateful for the peaceful anonymity.

I make my way to my room, insert my key, and turn it, but the door refuses to budge. That's when I remember Kelly is inside, and she must have bolted it from the inside.

I return my key back into my bag and gently knock on the door. When there's no response, I assume it's due to the loud noise level outside, so decide to call her instead.

Just as I'm about to dial Kelly's number, the door swings open, and Kelly steps out with a neutral expression, her face a mask of calmness.

I slowly put my phone back in my bag and force a smile, but Kelly's expression remains unchanged, making me frown. What's wrong?

She steps in front of the door, folds her arms across her stomach, and pierces me with an intense gaze that makes me slightly nervous. I wonder if she already knows about Kendrick and me?

"Where were you?" Kelly asks suddenly, her tone serious and stern, leaving me speechless.

I stutter as I try to respond, "Uhm...I-I told you that...uhm...I was doing an assignment."

Kelly's expression remains unyielding, her eyes narrowing slightly as if pressing for a more convincing answer.

"An assignment?" Kelly repeats and I nod emphatically.

"Yeah, now let me in."

I push open the door from the side of her head and step inside. But my jaw drops in awe as I take in the sight of the room. Did I somehow enter the wrong room?

I quickly glance at the room number on the door to confirm it's indeed our room, but how did it transform from simple to luxurious?

The room is stunning!

As I continue to examine the changes in the room, the door clicks shut behind me, and Kelly's footsteps approach, her feet whispering against the floor.

"I got the room renovated," she says casually, as if it's no big deal.

I gaze at her with wide eyes, still trying to wrap my head around the sudden transformation.

Kelly flops onto her bed and picks up her phone, her attention already diverted.

"The furniture wasn't enough for both of us, so I got myself a new wardrobe and did some more fixings," she says, her eyes fixed on her phone.

I nod in understanding, then glance away to continue taking in the transformations around me.

The wall paintings, the small freezer, and the numerous new appliances all contribute to the room's sleek aesthetic.

I wonder how she managed to pull this off! She must be really wealthy!

I shake off my curiosity and pull off my bag, deciding to take a quick shower and tackle my math assignment.