And finally it is the last chapter of A Teenage Crush. Like I've said so many times before I'm sad to see it go...but at the same time I think I have taken it as far as it can go and am pleased with it and the response it has received, but at long last I feel it is the right time to say Good Bye. As for a sequel...I doubt it. I think Jesse has suffered enough under my hands...as has Suze, so I believe it best to leave them here...happy and together for seemingly forever. lol
So before I go I wish to thank a few people (btw sorry if I haven't done your names out completely):
* Tohru Serapehina- you're the most consistant reader ever, and I never fail to appreciate your support. Thanks.
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*Moondancing Millie and Moonlight Silhouette- Both equally amazing writers and great support. I've missed your stories. lol
*Irishdancin – Mary, what support you've been..you never hesitate in telling me the truth and I love that. One of my best friends and your support is always there.
* – An up and coming writer. Lol Katie, you've been a great, enthusiastic reviewer and have become a good friend. Thanks (Btw sorry haven't gotten round to reading your stuff. I promise I will. lol)
Sorry if I left anyone out it wasn't intentional. Thanks to everyone!
Hope you enjoy!
"You okay?" Jesse whispered hoarsely in my ear.
I smiled against his shoulder where my head rested, his arm wrapped around me. I continued to draw tiny circles in his bare chest with my finger. The digital hotel clock that lay on the bedside cabinet to Jesse's right read 8:14. I'd been awake for the majority of an hour, nestled into Jesse's side.
Needless to say after the night's activities I found it hard to stay asleep, despite the fact that I was so tired after it all. My body was still tingling and - I was slightly embarrassed to admit - sore. I, of course, had expected the pain, I'd knew and heard of it from many different people and sources but that in itself didn't have me completely prepared for the shock of it. Jesse, being the gentleman he is, was more amazing that I could have possibly dreamed. Even though I had tried to hide my discomfort at times, he knew, and had asked repeatedly if I wanted to stop and more than once had tried - to my horror. I obviously assured him that I was fine and told him he was definitely not to stop, because even though it was slightly sore it was still more than enjoyable, if you know what I mean.
I won't lie and say it was the most amazing, graceful, natural thing I had ever experienced. It was awkward, a little fumble-y and I blushed quite a lot – especially at the start when the clothes had been coming off. But the fact that I was with Jesse, that I was doing it with him and I knew he was just as nervous – and embarrassed, if the many times he had stared at certain places and blushed red before moving his eyes quickly away when he realised I'd noticed, was any indication - made it so much more special to me it was beyond words. In that way, I suppose it was amazing because we were both sharing something new. Together.
"Yeah," I whispered back with a giggle. "Morning. Sorry to wake you,"
Since being awake for nearly an hour, I had been fighting with myself the whole time about trying not to touch Jesse, knowing that I'd wake him in the process – the fight didn't last too long.
"You didn't," He said, chuckling too. "I've been awake for a while."
"You have? Why didn't you say?" I asked surprised, slapping his chest playfully.
"Well, you distracted me a little," He said defensively, as I pushed myself up onto my elbow to look at his face. His hair was all tousled; the literal just out of bed look. His eyes were the telltale sign that he hadn't been awake long, though he still looked bright and happy which made him look extremely adorable. "It felt nice,"
"Mmm," I replied, not really listening anymore, his face being the obvious distraction. I moved over onto his chest slightly as I reached to kiss him. It was warm and sweet and very slow – teasingly so. Jesse's arm tightened around my waist and I felt his other one come up around me so as to gently pull me on top of him, not once breaking the kiss.
"Now that was nice," I mumbled when we broke apart seconds later, though our lips were just inches apart. He mumbled back an agreement and I peppered his lips with even more kisses as I pushed my body up so my face was above his and I was looking down at him, my hair falling slowly down and touching his face.
"You're beautiful," He said sincerely, his eyes sharp on mine.
"You stole my line," I frowned at him and then smiled.
My breath caught in my throat for Jesse suddenly pushed up and rolled us both over so that he was now leaning over me.
"You make me laugh," He chuckled and began kissing me. First it was like before, sweat and slow but then he gradually started to build it up trailing his tongue along my bottom lip asking for the access I didn't hesitate in giving. It grew deeper and quicker as I opened my mouth and soon it became wet and hunger graved as my emotions flared. My hands rushed up his strong bare back into his hair and I gasped into his open mouth, whilst our tongues were entwined and his hands trailed down my sides, his fingers skimming over the curves of my breasts and coming to rest flat on my stomach. I felt my body arch against him as his hands travelled slowly back up again, leaving a tingling path in their wake as they finally reached the destination. His hands were warm and gentle and he knew exactly how to tease every emotion out of me with every touch.
"Jesse-" I whispered, but he shut me up by kissing me deeper, something I couldn't have deemed possible, but he managed it.
I could feel every ounce of me, every part of my body giving into him. My mind was slowly and most definitely about to fall as well but a small part of me – a very small part – knew that his family were going to be getting up soon and if we didn't stop now and I didn't go to Marta's room we would have a fair bit of explaining to do if they seen me leaving his room later looking slightly dishevelled - to say the least.
I rolled us over this time and his hands moved from where they had previously been to my waist to prevent me from sliding off the bed which it's edge we were fairly close to. I cupped either side of his face as we were still kissing and slowly yet reluctantly pulled back. His eyes were half closed and he tried to push himself up to continue kissing me but I put my hands flat on his chest and pushed him back down with a quick kiss.
"I have to go," I told him.
"What? Why?" His eyes opened and I saw he looked both hurt and disappointed.
I leant down then and started trailing dirty kisses around his chest to make up for hurting him.
"Because your mum and aunt and uncle and four sisters are going to be getting up soon...and unless you want to tell them we had sex, I better go," I told him between kisses, nearly stuttering over the "sex" part because for some reason saying it out loud made it seem even more real and completely bizarre. I couldn't believe we actually did it...never mind that I kept replaying it in my head...all of it... and knew rightly we had. It felt like a dream...an amazing dream. It still did.
I knew Jesse obviously felt the same way because when the word rolled off my tongue his hips moved beneath me and if I'm not mistaken he let out a quiet groan that I probably wouldn't have noticed if my lips hadn't been pressed against his chest and felt it.
"Yeah, good point," He said eventually, though I could hear the reluctance in his own voice. "You probably should go."
"Yup," I agreed and began to trail even more kisses down his chest, then further down the middle of his stomach, smiling as his body shifted again in what I knew was pleasure, and anticipation of the direction in which my lips were going. Stopping dangerously close, I slide off the side of the bed, pulling the single sheet, that hadn't fallen off with me and wrapped myself in it quickly with a cheeky satisfied smile.
"Hey!" Jesse exclaimed grabbing a pillow from behind him as quick as lightning. I winked at him and watched as he fought to keep the frown he was giving me on his face. It didn't work and despite himself he chuckled with a sigh.
"Back in a sec," I said cheerfully. I couldn't help feeling so happy. I was elated, completely on a high. I stooped over Jesse's opened duffle bag, knowing that as usual he would come extra prepared, and grabbed his spare tank and boxers.
I went into the bathroom to freshen up and then dress. His clothes were obviously too big, so I rolled up his boxers and tied a knot in the side of his top. When I came out five minutes later, he was changed already, wearing dark jeans and a plain white T. I nearly skipped to him as he turned to face me, throwing myself in his strong, capable arms.
"You look really sexy in boxers," He commented raising an eyebrow in amusement.
"Why thank you," I said, kissing his lips.
"That's not necessarily a good thing though,"
"And why's that?" I asked a little offended.
"Well, because they're mine, which makes it even more teasing-" He smiled cheekily, his tone suggestive."- and extremely frustrating to have to let you leave."
"Any how exactly is that a bad thing?" I asked conversationally, though I was grinning stupidly up at him.
"Because it's persuading me not to let you leave so I can have my wild way with you...for the rest of the day," He swooped down and began nibbling my neck. It took what little strength I could muster not to squeal. I was giggling like mad, trying to push him off but he wouldn't let me.
"And," He continued finally stopping his torture. "I would be the one teasing you,"
"Honestly," He said looking down at me, his eyes full of humour and adoration. "Do you know how much of a tease you are? You were driving me crazy."
"In a good way I hope?"
"Always," Smiling he tightened his arms around me and kissed me one last brief time before I eventually had to rush down the hall to Marta.
Opening the door quietly I let myself in. As I walked by her bed, noticing that she was semi-awake, I tried to hide my big goofy grin but of course I failed.
"I don't want to know," She grumbled tiredly but I could hear the seriousness in her voice. I chuckled to myself as I went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I had no intention of telling her or anyone just yet. Last night had been perfect in its own little way and no one but Jesse and I knew just how much. So that in itself was worth keeping it secret.
We ate breakfast in the hotel at around half ten, in the same large grand room the huge party had been in the night before. The decorations had all been taken away; the big blue and silver balloons were gone, as was the "Happy New Year" banner. The room was spotless and the blue and white table covers were replaced with red and cream.
Jesse and I sat opposite each other, often catching the others eye and smiling, everyone at the table apart from Marta, oblivious to our new found happiness.
When we were leaving the hotel a short while later Jesse put his arm around my neck and I reached up to hold onto his hand, wrapped my own arm around his waist and leaned into him; content.
The rest of our time with the Rosser's passed quickly, full of laughter and fun. Jesse and I discussed what had happened with Maria further, Jesse reassuring more than once – though he needn't have – that he would not now nor ever turn to Maria for help, that as long as he could help it, he – or I - would hopefully never run into Maria again.
Where his parents were concerned, I think I had nearly convinced him that it wasn't his fault and that these things happen all the time. He knew that whatever happened now or would happen between his parents was up to them and the most he could do was be there to support both of them – which of course he was already doing – and be there for his sisters too.
We didn't make love again during the rest of our stay (out of respect for his family and the Rosser's who were letting us stay in their home in the first place ), though the crave to was always there, making what little time we spent alone together so much more fun and exciting...and of course frustrating.
That was another thing which we had discussed. We both agreed that this wasn't going to become a huge factor of our relationship now. Jesse had even told me that if I didn't want to he wasn't going to push me and that he would always be happy as long as I was.
To say I have the perfect boyfriend would not be an exaggeration.
Jesse left me straight home when we arrived in Carmel late that following Monday evening, with promises that he would meet me in the morning and take me out for breakfast.
Rushing into the house smiling, Mum greeted me with a huge, warm welcoming hug. Andy and the boys were out so it was only the two of us. After making me a cup of tea we both sat down at the kitchen table for her to horde me with plenty of questions.
"So it was good?" She asked with enthusiasm, which I knew had more to do with the fact that I was home again. "You had a good time? Jesse's family was nice to you?"
"Yes, Mum," I said with an amused yet slightly impatient laugh. "They couldn't have been any nicer to me, seriously."
"Well, that's good. It was great of them to have you... I hope you said thank you," She added sternly. After throwing her an incredulous look I burst out laughing.
"Mum, I'm seventeen, not seven,"
"Yes, I know...but...sorry," She laughed too. "But you did have a good time? You were gone two weeks...you must have done a lot?"
"Yeah," I agreed, nearly laughing again as a memory I'd been reliving over everyday came to my mind. "It was quite eventful,"
Then to please her I launched into the whole story, starting at the very beginning and going right to the end...
....Well, more or less.