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?"
He grinned… Then, he leaned closer
to my trembling body and pressing himself against me. And then,
very slowly, he came inside.
It was a little easier this time,
to let him in… But, I hadn't quite gotten accustomed to the
feeling. I admit, it did hurt. And, I whimpered a little. But
before I could get any louder, Jesse went still.
"Shh, shh," he said, touching my
face and kissing my forehead. "You have to be quiet…
"Mhm," I said, between breaths,
trying to suppress a rebellious moan rising in my
He began again, sluggishly
thrusting inward and out… It was difficult for me to keep quiet,
but I tried as hard as I could. I unraveled my arms from around
his neck and, I dragged my hands and fingers across his back. And
with each slow, powerful thrust, I found myself digging my nails
deeper into his skin. In a low voice, he groaned softly and
kissed and nipped at the side of my neck.
Eventually, I couldn't keep quiet
anymore… His thrusts were painful, but the feel of his body
pressed against mine felt so--good. If my mother catches us, so
be it. But, I just can't hold it anymore.
one portly breath and prepared myself to moan or to scream or to
buck and reel under the weight of his body.But just before the sound could
completely escape me, Jesse put his hand over my mouth.
A muffled scream surfaced, and
Jesse tried to keep me silent.
"Shhh, shhh," he wurged, but I
couldn't obey. I was too far gone. I was finishing, and he was
still somewhere in the middle.
Soon, his thrusts lost all traces
of any pleasure and were quickly becoming painful. I tried
begging him to be more gentle, but I couldn't speak clearly with
his hand sealed so tightly over my mouth.
I flinched and stomached the pain
until he finished and climbed off of me. I touched my mouth with
trembling fingers, then buried my face into the pillow. When
feeling Jesse snuggle up closely behind me, I pulled my legs
together tightly and pulled the blankets up over my
I fell asleep with Jesse's arms
wrapped around me and his lips gently brushing against the nape
of my neck.
When I opened my eyes, it was dark
all around me. The sun had set long ago, and it was getting cold.
I pulled Jesse's arms from around me and climbed out of bed. He
was sleeping soundly, partially wrapped within my bed sheets. He
didn't appear to be cold at all.
I closed and buttoned up my shirt,
then tipped to the bathroom. I locked the door and sat on the
counter. I felt different than before… My body ached, and I was
I turned around and glanced into
the mirror. My face--it was stained with tinges of red… I touched
the brim of my lips… Everything hurt so badly.
I hopped down from the counter and
reached into the cabinet above the sink and retrieved a bottle of
iodine. I dipped a cotton swab into the bottle and debated about
whether I should use it on my face.
My cheeks and jaw hurt the most.
There was where Jesse's fingers had pressed down into my skin
when trying so desperately to keep me quiet.
I looked at my face in the mirror
and slowly traced a light-red mark from my cheek and down to my
neck… The left side of my neck was completely red and appeared to
"Oh my god, he gave me a hickey…"
I said, touching the red bruise with nervous
I dipped the cotton swab again and
touched it to the rubicund bruise that obscured my wan
It stung too badly to treat with
antiseptic. Iodine was definitely not the answer to curing me of
this tell-tale mark.
I was upset--I was angry. The
rising blood of my frustration filled my face and flooded the
stains of red that Jesse's hand had left upon my cheek and jaw.
Soon, only the bruise about my neck, which was quickly turning
plum colored, stood out like a sore thumb.
I pulled up my collar and brushed
my hair into my face, allowing it to sprawl over my shoulders and
back. I looked into the mirror again; I seemed to have concealed
the mark well enough… But, I knew deep down what was beneath my
I threw away the cotton swab and
put the iodine back inside the medicine cabinet. Then, I grabbed
a pair of sweat pants from the shower rack and put them on. Then,
I walked out of the bathroom and crawled back into bed beside
Jesse. He immediately moved closer, sealing the space between our
bodies, and wrapped his arms around me once again.
"Where did you go?" he asked,
brushing my hair back behind my ear.
"To the bathroom…" I said, not
realizing that he had been awake since I left.
"You spent a very long time in
"I was caught off guard by--the
mirror," I said, burying the side of my face within the pillow
"How do you mean ?"
"Well… My face is a little
bruised…but, it's kind of better now," I said in a hushed voice.
"And my neck…"
"What about it?"
"It looks freakish, Jesse…" I
said, pulling my hair back over my shoulder.
"Wait, wait…" he said, pushing my
hand away. He brushed my hair back and pulled down my collar.
"It's not so bad…"
"Not so bad?"
"No, it could be far worse…
Sometimes, I don't let go," he said, laughing.
"That's not funny…" I said,
sitting up and hugging my knees.
He leaned forward and kissed my
"Jen, please… Don't be so
"You think I like this…? --being
so uptight? I have to be this way. Because if I don't, you're
gonna get me in trouble with my mother!"
"I can't control what I do in the
heat of passion… Things just happen."
"…" I sighed significantly. "I
know… But you have to be more careful…"
"Yes, definitely, of course…"
"What am I gonna do about this
"Well, it's November… It's cold…
wear a scarf."
"But I never wear scarves… My
"Your mom won't notice a thing.
Just wear the scarf for a while. It'll be gone within a
"Yes," he said in a comforting
voice. "I'm sure…"