Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot. The recognizable characters belong to Meg Cabot.

Rating: M

Summary: Sequel to "Learning to Love" and "Confusion." While Suze is visiting with Jesse, her mom makes an unpleasant discovery. What will she do when she's forbidden to see Jesse anymore? And how will she deal with her mom learning everything about her past that she's been hiding?

I couldn't wait. I couldn't sleep. I was too excited.

In less than twelve hours, I'd be seeing Jesse for the first time in two months.

After he left for college, he came down just about every weekend to visit me. I guess his aunt and uncle were even cooler than I thought, because they always managed to be out of the house, even at night. When I was over, they often didn't get home until two or three in the morning, giving Jesse and me ample time to, er, enjoy each other's company. But early every Monday morning, he'd leave to go back up to college, back to his parents' house. And I'd have to wait until Saturday to see him again.

In the beginning of October, though, he moved out of his parents' house. As he explained it to them, he hated keeping his family up with his typing and moving around at 3 in the morning, and coming in late and waking his sisters up. He didn't want to bother them anymore, and would just visit with them during the day.

But, he told me, he was actually more sick of not having the freedom that many of his friends at college had, in not having a curfew or parents who needed to know when he was going to be home, and, while he loved them, he was getting really, really annoyed how his mother would try to shove her nose into his schoolwork, and nagged him incessantly.

So, he got an apartment on campus, with another student. Mark was a junior, but he needed to split the rent with someone. And along came Jesse. Jesse was the only freshman in the building, but whatever. It was closer to his classes, and he had more opportunities to be with his friends without his mother or father hanging over his shoulder.

And, well, to be with me.

Because, well, actually, I think I forgot to mention to my mom, when he invited me up for the long Thanksgiving weekend, that Jesse wasn't living with his parents anymore.

Silly me.

So, in less than a day, I'll be with Jesse for a long weekend. You can't blame me for being excited--not just because I got to spend 4 days with him (again, unsupervised). But he'd gotten so busy over the past few months, with moving, then schoolwork, that he hadn't been able to come down to visit since the end of September.

And I missed him, desperately.

So I lay there, too excited to sleep. I felt like a little kid on Christmas Eve. But instead of counting sheep, like normal people, I started counting all the things I had planned to do with Jesse this weekend.

Actually, not many involved leaving his apartment.

Eventually, though, I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, at 11:30, I was already packed and ready for Jesse to come and pick me up. It was Wednesday, and I had until Sunday with him. I was still shivering with anticipation. I think my mom thinks I've gone crazy, how excited I was.

What she doesn't know, though, is that I am a 17 (almost 18) year old teenage girl, who hasn't had sex with, let alone SEEN, her incredibly hot and loving boyfriend in more than two months.

So, as soon as I saw Jesse's car coming up the hill, I gave my mom a quick hug, shouted a goodbye to my step-family, grabbed my bag, and hurried outside. My mom just rolled her eyes, and called, "Have a good time! Call me when you get there!"

Jesse was shutting his car door when I launched myself at him, hugging him tightly and kissing him hard.

He kissed back, for a moment, but then pulled away, muttering, "Your mom is still at the door, watching." Oops. I turned our kiss into a friendly hug, for my mother's sake.

Jesse waved to her, and she came out, a bit wary after my little presentation just then. They exchanged best wishes for the holidays, and Jesse promised to take good care of me and to make sure I called and checked in.

Suddenly, I remembered something. "Mom, can you refill my prescription?" I asked her. I get migraines sometimes—really bad ones. So my doctor gave me a prescription for some migraine medicine that was more powerful than the over-the-counter stuff. My bottle was almost empty.

I said goodbye again, as did Jesse, and we both climbed into the car. He squeezed my hand before putting the car into reverse and pulling out of the driveway, giving me chills.

"I missed you," he said, stealing a glance at me.

"I missed you, too," I said. Suddenly, I remembered Mark. His roommate. "Will I meet Mark?" I asked carefully. I didn't want to sound too overeager about sleeping with Jesse again. He looked at me quickly with a half smile on his face. I don't think my round-about question worked.

"He's leaving this afternoon. You might catch him before he leaves. He's going to his sister's house in San Francisco." I nodded, pleased.

How much would it suck if we were stuck with another guy living in the same small living quarters?

As he drove, I admired him. He didn't look a whole lot different, but his hair was a bit longer than it was the last I'd seen him, and with length comes a bit untidiness. But even if it was messy, his hair was still incredibly sexy.

Suddenly, I couldn't contain my need for him. We were on a relatively deserted back roadway, the only car on the road. "Pull over," I asked. He did, with a concerned look on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked when he put the car in park. "Do you feel sick? Do you need some air?" I shook my head, turned off the car, and undid my seatbelt. "Querida?" he asked, confused.

I reached between his legs. Not for what most of you think, but for the lever that pulled his seat back. However, he got a bit anxious (in a good way) when he felt my hand on his inner leg... inner calf, but whatever.

"Susannah, what are you doing?" He asked, as I pushed his seat away from the wheel and reclined it, and reaching next to his hip to undo his seatbelt, which snapped back quickly.

"I haven't given you a proper hello," I whispered as I crawled onto his lab. As I straddled his waist, I felt very glad that this was a deserted road. And that the seat slid back pretty far--a steering wheel in the back would totally have ruined the mood.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him thoroughly. His hands went to my hips, holding them firmly against him, as he kissed me back, just as deeply.

"I missed you so much," he breathed into my ear, and started kissing the crook between my jaw and my neck. "Being…with you…is so…so much better… than just talking."

A few moments later, I trailed my hands from his neck, down the front of his shirt. They had gotten quite low, when Jesse's hands moved from under my shirt, and grabbed mine.

"Susannah," he said, in a half groan, "We need to stop. Or I won't be able to drive, and we'll be stuck on this road all day."

I gave him one last kiss, before getting back into the passenger's seat. For a few moments, he didn't move, just remained reclined, with his eyes closed and panting. He was obviously trying to calm himself down so he'd be able to drive. Well, we had been kissing quite a bit.

He did manage to get a hold of himself after a few minutes, and he put his seat back in driving position, turned the car back on, and pulled it back into the road.

After a comfortable silence for several miles, Jesse spoke up. "My mother is expecting us at about 11:30 tomorrow. She can't wait to meet you." He gave me a smile.

"Wants to make sure I'm good enough for her baby?" I asked, jokingly. He grinned.

"Susannah, you are too good for me," he said back. Risking distracting him again, I leaned over and kissed him—only on the cheek, though.

"It is about time I met your family, though," I mused, more seriously. "We've been going out for more than a year."

"She's been dying to meet you ever since I first met you, and came home that weekend and couldn't talk about anything except you," he said I grinned, pleased.

Soon, we were driving along the streets of the large town Jesse's college was in—his parents lived in the neighboring town, he said, only about 10 minutes away. He parked his car in what appeared to be a university parking garage. Ever the gentlemen, he took my bag from the trunk and carried it for me. I put my corduroy blazer back on, and walked with Jesse down the block, holding his free hand loosely.

There were far more teens and young adults in the area than adults; a few waved at Jesse and greeted him. We were stopped by one guy, a friend of Jesse's, who needed some quick information about a homework assignment over the long weekend. I tuned out—a science person, I am not—and instead looked around. There were a lot of trees, though all bare. I imagined the campus must have been really pretty during the spring, summer and fall—I guess I just caught it's ugly side on this trip.

"And you're Susannah, right?" Suddenly, I brought my attention back to Jesse and his friend. I smiled politely.

"Call me Suze," I said. "No one gets away with calling me Susannah except Jesse." And, well, my priest-friend, but I figured it would be best to leave that out of the initial conversation with someone. Not many 17 year old girls have friends who have been ordained.

He laughed, and shook my hand casually. "Tom. Nice to finally meet you. We've all been wondering if this 'Susannah' girl actually existed." I grinned, and he turned his attention back to Jesse. "I'll let you go show her around. Happy Thanksgiving," he said, and walked away with a wave.

"He's my lab partner in biology this semester," Jesse explained, as he led me to an apartment building. It was modestly kept and respectable looking, with about 10 floors or so. We got into an elevator, and he pushed the 6.

"You're not going to be stuck doing homework, are you?" I asked, leaning against him and consequently pushing him against the wall of the elevator. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I did everything last night." He leaned in, and kissed me softly. "I wanted this weekend to be about us…" Ah, so he did have some of the same plans that I did. Excellent.

We were still kissing when the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. "Here we are," Jesse said, after I pulled away. He picked my bag back up from where he had sat it down, and led me to a door with 6D on it. He pulled out his keys from his pocket, and opened the door.

The apartment was small, but comfortable. There was a small kitchen attached to the living room, which also acted as dining room, office, and gym, if the table, desk, and set of weights had anything to say. The apartment was pretty clean for guys, with no real visible dust or dirt. A few messy stacks of newspapers and magazines, and the desk was a jumble of papers and books, but whatever. You take the bad with the good. There were two doors off of the living room. One was the bathroom—also clean. Good. I opened the other one, and peered in.

"Ah… so here is the bedroom," I said. There were two dressers, a tiny closet, and one bed. I looked at Jesse, questioningly. I mean, he and Mark weren't sharing, were they?

"I won the coin toss. I have the bed," he said, explaining their living situation. "He's been sleeping on the couch. It pulls out into a pretty comfortable bed." I nodded. "He keeps his clothes and belongings in his dresser in the bedroom, though, just to try to keep the living room to turning into a bedroom completely."

He went into the kitchen area, and I followed. "Would you like something to drink?" he called, opening the fridge. "A coke? Some water?" He shut the fridge, and was obviously very startled when I was right behind him.

"Susannah, there you are. DO you want something to—" he started, but stopped when I pushed him against the fridge, wrapping my arms around him and giving him a deep, sensual kiss. His arms encircled me, and he kissed back, pulling me against him so we were touching, from head to toe.

"Geez, de Silva, you've been here for ten minutes, tops, and you two are already going at it?" I broke away, panting, to see a guy, looking at us with an amused expression on his face.

"Susannah," Jesse panted, trying to regain his composure, "This is Mark, my room mate."

"Nice to meet you," he said. "I was just out packing up my car."

"Jesse said you were going to your sister's?" I said, breathing a bit heavily.

"Yea, I'll be heading out in a few minutes." He smirked, and added knowingly, "Don't worry, I'll be out of your way soon enough. I was just going to grab a sandwich first. Unfortunately, you two were in the way of the fridge." This guy seemed to be obsessed with pointing out that Jesse and I were making out.

Get over it, man. I haven't seen him in two months. Who wouldn't want to make out with him?

"Right, lunch," Jesse said, a bit embarrassed. "Susannah, are you hungry?"

"A bit." I sat down at the small table that separated the kitchen from the living room. Jesse opened the fridge, looking for something to eat. "What do you have?"

They had a few Kaiser rolls and some cold cuts, so Jesse made me a turkey and white American sandwich, while he had roast beef and Mark put just about everything in the fridge in his sandwich.

Then, finally, Mark left, telling us to "have fun" with a chuckle. We did, for a while, making out on the couch. Just kissing, and getting back in tune with each other. It was really nice.

Eventually, though, after we were just lying there for a while, holding each other, I asked him to show me around the campus a bit. You know, get a feel for the surroundings, where Jesse spends his time.

So, for the next few hours, Jesse showed me around. He introduced me to some people, showed me where he had classes, took me in the library, and then we just walked around a nearby park, with our arms around each other's waists and my head resting on his shoulder. It was perfection.

After our walk, Jesse took me to a casual restaurant for an early dinner, where we talked and caught up with everything, and I told him how everyone back in Carmel was doing. Then, we went to a movie, one of those movies that is hardly advertised and no one knows about it until it's nominated for the Best Picture Oscar.

Afterward, we just walked back to his apartment, talking about the movie, hand in hand. It was after ten, which actually wasn't all that late, but I got my bag and went into the bathroom to get into my pajamas.

Jesse was checking some mail on the counter when I came out, wearing only short, tight silk pajama shorts and a matching camisole.

What? You actually expected me to wear an extra-large t-shirt and oversized gym shorts to bed? When I'm with Jesse?

Besides, I wasn't planning to keep them on all that long.

When Jesse heard the door open, he turned. When he saw me, he swallowed, and looked me over. But then he gave me a half smile, and came over to me. "Those pajamas don't look appropriate for November, Susannah… you might get cold," he teased.

"Well, then," I said smoothly, "I'd better warm up." I raised my eyebrows at him. "Care to help me?" I wrapped my arms around his neck loosely. He leaned down and kissed me, softly at first then with increasing pressure and zeal.

We stumbled backward into the bedroom, and he fell to the bed, pulling me down with him. We kissed breathlessly, and his hands quickly gripped the hem of my cami, and started pulling up.

I guess he was as excited about being with me as I was to be with him. In fact, I could literally feel his excitement.

"Oh, Querida, I love you," Jesse panted heavily in my ear, as he bit it gently then worked his way down my neck, and onto my chest.

Oh… this was nice. His tongue and lips were doing amazing things, as I delved my fingers into his hair and moaned.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbled between kisses. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if he was talking to me or my breasts, but all thoughts left me when his one hand found its way between my legs and under my shorts.

"Oh my God," I groaned, sort of loudly, to my embarrassment. After a few moments, he must have gotten tired of working around the bottoms, because he pulled them off, too.

"I've missed you so much," Jesse said, his voice husky and hoarse. He was only wearing pajama pants, whose hem I hooked my fingers around and pulled off. We were finally both naked.

He was about to, well, you know, when I decided to mix things up. I rolled him over onto his back, and straddled his waist. He groaned and looked up at me, his face screwed up a bit… even more so when my fingers went to him, as I tried to give him the same pleasure he gave me.

Eventually, though, he grabbed my hands and flipped me over so I was back underneath him. His face was close to mine, and his eyes full of love. I kissed him again, and I felt a familiar and wonderful sensation in the lower part of my body that I hadn't felt in, well…

About two months.

Our breathing was quick and heavy, and intermixed with mind-blowing kisses as Jesse pushed me, getting faster and faster. The intense, incredible feeling in me grew and grew, until it exploded. I felt a heavy weight on me, as Jesse collapsed when he met his climax.

After a few moments rest, in efforts to make up for lost time, we did it again… and again...


Okay, so not super interesting this chapter… but I promise it will get better. Just, please, review.