It has been nearly a week since I allowed
Jesse to come over again… I just hated to hear my mother talk
about him to me. Her nervous rambling put an idea into my head.
And, I don't know how it may affect me if what I'm thinking turns
out to be true.
I convinced her to keep me home this
weekend--instead of sending me to stay with my father. And on
Friday, before she got home from work, I made it a point to run
to the store and buy a pregnancy test--just to be
Just as I walked into the house, she pulled
into the driveway. I had gotten lucky. With the way mom is
nowadays, she would've made me show her whatever it was that I
had inside of the "little-brown bag."
Before she could catch me unawares, I ran up
to my room and stuffed the bag into the dresser. Then, I locked
the door and laid across the bed.
For a moment, I imagined Jesse laying next to
me. I imagined the first time that he... that we explored each
other. My memory was so vivid that I could almost hear the soft
tinkling of evening rain striking the window.
--There it is again.
I was roused out of my shallow slumber; I
wiped my eyes and looked up. There was no rain but there was
Jesse tapping at my window.
"Jesse--!" I gasped loudly, running towards
him. "How did you…? When did you--?"
"Shhh, just let me inside! It's freezing out
here!" he said, pulling his coat tighter around his
I opened up the window and let him in.
climbing inside, he shut the window.
"Do you know how hard it is to climb up to
your window with cold hands? --Then sit and wait on the roof for
you with freezing wind blowing in your face ?"
"No," I giggled, "I don't know."
Jesse sat down on the bed and patted the space
next to him. I walked over and sat down, then leaned my head
against his shoulder. He kissed my temple and rubbed his cold
hands against my arms.
"So, how are things lately with your mom? Does
she like me?"
"Um… she sorta likes you…"
"And… is that a good thing or a bad
"Well… it's complicated… you wouldn't believe
what we talk about now…"
"Me, undoubtedly" he said with a
"Don't be so conceited," I said. "She thinks
we're having sex!"
"Well, aren't we?"
"Once!" I exclaimed in a deep whisper, hot
blood rising into my cheeks.
"Well," Jesse said, pinning me to the bed and
climbing atop me, "why don't we try for a second time? I think
it's long overdue anyway."
I blushed and tried to deny that I was
enjoying the feel of his body hovering above mine. He leaned down
and kissed my forehead, and then he kissed me upon the
"Jesse, we shouldn't…"
"Why shouldn't we?" he said, pulling my legs
around his waist.
"Because my mother is home," I said, squirming
underneath the weight of his body.
"We could--if you promise to keep
I bit my bottom lip. "How do you expect me to
"I can help you…"
Jesse pulled himself snugly between my thighs
and kissed my neck. I had a weakness for the way that he touched
me… And my neck was one of the weakest places his lips always
ventured to. I breathed deeply as he ran his hand up my leg,
across my navel, and up to my chest…
I wrapped my arms around his neck whilst he
continued to kiss me. He released one of my wrists so that he
could unbutton my jeans. I could feel the cold, metallic bulk of
his buckle resting against my abdomen. I shivered…
He released my other wrist… and sat up on his
knees. He slowly finished pulling off the pants and ran both
hands up my naked thigh. When he reached my navel, he began
unbuttoning my shirt. Upon reaching the top button, he parted the
fabric and sort of… gazed down upon me.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, feeling
"No, nothing… nothing's wrong at all," he
said, brushing my hair behind my ear.
I blushed a little, feeling a tad bit warm
although it was cold. Jesse pulled off his shirt… and, he
unbuckled his belt. He placed one hand beside my head and leaned
down towards my face.
"Shhh…" he said, placing a finger to my
quivering lips. "Keep quiet for me, okay?"